A rather regal and important looking High Elf stepped forward, no doubt the leader of this group of Crusaders.  The man spoke calmly and with elegance that Borkul wasn't used to in his daily travels.  It was a very simple request, asking the Half Orc if he and his men could enter.  Borkul assumed that it was because of the dark elf that had ran by moments before but didn't care too much to deal with armed soldiers at the moment.  Besides it wasn't any of his business what other people did with themselves, Borkul simply stepping aside and allowing the men to enter since they weren't here to deal with him.  For what though Borkul wouldn't know.<br/><br/>The man was about to leave when he was stopped by a second set of guards, these ones actually looking for him instead of some dark elf.  Borkul had attempted to leave the mouth of the alleyway but was cut off by this second group.  Now he was a little pissed, what had he done?  When they brought up the topic of the gnome that he was assailing Borkul just stared at them for a few moments, a blank face of confusion was shown as he had no idea what this man was talking about.  “What Gnome?”  Borkul asked, eyebrow raised as he stood there.  But just like a bag of brick it would suddenly hit him and Borkul couldn't help but laugh a little.<br/><br/>“Oh that guy.  He was sitting on a bucket that I needed to complete a transaction with one of the merchants so when I took it the Gnome came at me with his fists flying everywhere.  So I defended myself and kicked him away.”  Borkul stated, it was more like he stole the bucket from underneath the gnome, but these guys didn't need to know that side of the story.  “And if you are here to service the community then why the hell are you allowing thieves and backstabbers to peddle stolen and fake goods?  Your time would be better spent checking out the merchants then the random misunderstandings of Gnome!”  Borkul declared, pissed off again that the order in Nerys was interested more in public disputes then monetary corruption!<br/><br/>However before anymore debates or explanations could be brought forth there would be a sudden blur that wove it's way around Borkul and Nathan, that dark elf quick on her feet to escape the elves that had been following her.  Borkul watched wide eyed as she practically bull rushed two or three guards to create an opening, way to take them on like an Orc!  With an opening Borkul would grab Nathan by the collar of his shirt, quick to get him on his feet and running so that the two wouldn't be caught between the two sets of guards.  “You're on your own human!”  Borkul shouted, laughing as he jumped over a few people before following after the dark elf.  But just like the other High Elves Borkul wasn't as fast as she.<br/><br/>“Where did she go?”  Borkul asked himself, looking at the crowds of people that served no other purpose then to be in the way.  It taking Borkul a few moments before he went to a nearby alleyway, finding a few crates to scale up and onto the rooftops of the nearby buildings.  From here he was able to see what became of the Dark elf, no more then fifty feet away or so soon being surrounded by High Elf guards.  Borkul quick to jump form one building to the next, coming to the edge of the small house to see the Dark Elf have her knife forced from her hand.  Well, this wasn't exactly a fair fight now was it?  Though what spurred Borkul's actions wasn't some sort of call for fairness or morality.  This Dark Elf woman would just so happen to be lucky enough to be a Dark Elf, any other race, other then Orcish of course, Borkul would of turned his back too.  Taking a few steps back he would take a few breaths before charging off the roof top, a good fifteen or so foot drop before he came down on top of the High elf that had the edge of a sword to the Dark Elves throat.<br/><br/>Borkul would stand up tall, effectively having surprised and knocked the High Elf out cold by smashing his head into the ground.  Since he had a helmet on it wouldn't of been a fatal attack, but if he didn't then there might have been Elven brain to scoop up off the ground.  “You have any powder bombs?”  Borkul would ask the Dark Elf woman, if she looked at what he was doing, she would see that he was reaching into one of his closed pouches, pulling out two black color spheres.  The spheres a dark elf invention meant to create a sudden smoke screen to escape with.  Borkul holding onto them, waiting to use them when the time was right.