Before they could leave the room, Azior met them and much to his surprise, hugged the large brutish Half-Orc like he was his family…<br/><br/>The action gave the fighter pause and he glanced over his shoulder at the Halfling before he half pushed at the boy when he stepped back. “What have I told you about being afraid?” he asked his new son.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“That it isn’t wise,” Azior replied, hesitated a moment before he added in a barely audible whisper, “I wasn’t afraid, just glad you weren’t dead,” he looked up meeting Durzol’s gaze, “I don’t want to lose you, you’re the only family I got.” he added in a more normal tone. Sounding much like a normal child would.</span><br/><br/>"We fear nothing. Everything fears us and the might of our God," he paused. "Understand?" The words were stern even if he felt something odd from the words of sentiment from the child.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Yes,” Azior answered bowing his head in understanding and falling silent. He looked up after a few moments, but he offered no apology for his actions.</span><br/><br/>"Good," he said with a light grunt, even if he would never admit he had been a bit worried too. "Now, what about the people?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“They are creepy,” he responded as if this answered everything.</span><br/><br/>A roll of his eyes was given as he sighed and walked off to see what was going on outside. The rain still came down and his newly purchased guard animals continued to growl and bark up a storm at the strangers who crowded around his wagon.<br/><br/>“Don’t worry!” he called out as he held up his arms. “We put the fire out, so everyone can just return to their homes!”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> One man walked forwards brandishing his pitchfork threateningly and looking quite out of place in his fine clothing and comfortable gut in a crowd that was mostly rowdy angry mob of common folk, but there was nothing common about the overweight elf. “We told the woman, that child is a menace to our town and now he’s gone and woken the bane! He dies!” he waited a melodramatically appropriate minute, as one who is used to wooing the mobs of cities is want to do before he continued, “Or you all do!” The shout of those in the mob combined with the raising of pitchforks, swords and torch showed that the mob was out for blood and terrified.</span><br/><br/>It took everything in him to not immediately behead the fat elf, he wanted to get through this as easily as possible. But, when the fat bastard began to speak of Azior like he was some kind of monster and wanted to have him killed…it was the last straw.<br/><br/>Axe snatched from his side he threw back his head and roared, “ENOUGH!!!”  Yellow eyes burned with barely controlled anger as he brandished his axe, “ I HAVE SLANE MANY OF THE SPIDERS THAT PLAGUED THIS INN AND PUT OUT THE FIRES THAT WOULD HAVE BURNED THIS WHOLE TOWN TO THE GROUND! YOU WILL NOT SO MUCH AS BREATHE WRONG IN THIS CHILDS DIRECTION OR I SWEAR BY THE MIGHT OF HEXTOR I WILL USE YOUR SKULLS AS PISSING CUPS!! DO NOT TEST ME ON THIS!”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">There was uncertainty amongst the mob who grew fearful at the display drawing back leaving the merchant to face the angry half-orc alone. The man lowered his pitchfork, fear flickered across his features and he shook slightly, his voice trembled, “th-then leave,” he said clearly unsettled and a lot more afraid then he would care to admit. However it was evident that the mob did not want to kill the half-orc, or more to the point die. <br/><br/>Suddenly a cry pierced the dawn and with it’s very power shook the ground. The elf glared at Durzol, “get out of here with that /child/“ he sneered the word, “before we all die of its curse!” To the elf the child was worse than a monster. He did not look as though he would attack for fear held him still, but he didn’t completely back down, even as the mob drew further back.</span><br/><br/>When the mob stepped back he stepped forward, into the personal space of the elf and brought his face so close to the elf’s their noses touched. “He is a child, like any other and you have now hurt his feelings,” he paused just to stare into his eyes. “Now strip. I want your clothing, your jewels…all of it. To make him feel better for the smear against his honor you have done him this day,” the hand holding the axe adjusted it intentionally to draw his attention there. “You can do it yourself? Or I can do it for you? The choice is yours.”<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The elf opened his mouth to protest when Durzol made his threat which succeeded in frightening him into action. Already weakened by his fear and the sudden shaking cry he had no further resistance left. With slow trembling hands he began to disrobe piling the lot of it at the great Half-orc’s feet. <br/><br/>Azior watched with a mixture of anger wanting to burn the elf into cinders and pride delight at the elf’s clear embarrassment. He began laughing as the Elf pulled off his heavy robes exposing his body. This certainly made the elf look all the more overweight now that he was all but nude. In his undies now the Elf drew back.<br/><br/>“Satisfied,” the elf growled with clear anger and embarrassment burning in his gaze promising retribution.</span><br/><br/>“Not yet,” he said as he grabbed the fat bastard by his shoulder, spun him around and kicked him right in the ass with enough force that he hoped would make him fall into the mud. “NOW I AM!” he roared with laughter. “NOW GET ON OUT OF MY SIGHT!”