Silence filled the inn and Durzol had knelt to begin the dissection and last spider he killed when a commotion from the kitchen drew his attention. Axe at the ready he stood, but was disappointed to see only a woman and her child rush from the kitchen to him.<br/><br/>“OH PRAISE THE GODS THAT YOU CAME TO SAVE US!” she exclaimed as she stopped before him. Her gore covered face was streaked with tears and she was overall in a state of disarray and panic. “It was in the kitchen with us and it had killed the staff…then my husband tried to protect us…I was next and my poor son wa-“<br/><br/>The words were cut short with a clean and swift strike that cleaved the woman’s head right from her body. Her look of shock and fear forever fixed on her face as the head tumbled to the floor and rolled away. The child, shocked doubly so now just stared at the Half-Orc, not even registering the sensation as his mother’s blood splattered on his form.<br/><br/>“Do you know why that happened?” he asked the child, who merely gawked at him. “Weakness,” he spat out. “Your parents were weak, pathetic and unable to protect themselves or you,” he leaned down and looked the boy right in the eye. “When you are weak you are at the mercy of those who are strong, those who hold the power and have the ability to use it,” he held the frightened gaze of the boy. “I will give you the chance that I had. The chance to be strong, to be powerful and be able to defend yourself from those likes me,” he stood back to his full height and merely observed the child for a moment. “When you are strong, when you are ready find me and show me your strength; show me that you deserve this life that I spared today. Don’t be a victim,” he finished with a harsh whisper before he strode over to his backpack for a length of rope to bind the hands of the child together to keep him close until he could arrange passage back to the nearest Church of Hextor.