"...and then I'll jump down from the wall and that's when you, Jere...Jason, sorry, you'll jump out from under the bed when they're still fresh from the scare, and after that..."<br/><br/>Harklas's neverending speech was interrupted when an orc passed by and gave a nod to Jason. Well, this place was actually more hospitable than he first imagined. The people here weren't the scum of the earth at the very least. The orc ducked inside a door, probably his room. As long as he wasn't facing a guy like<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>tomorrow, he'd be fine, surely. Then again, Harklas didn't know what was behind all these doors. For all he knew, that was the most tame one, and behind all the other doors were angry, gargantuan gargoyle-eating monsters. It all turns out in the end though, good or bad, you can't change what happens, just like you couldn't change the punchline to a good joke without it turning out horrible. Speaking of jokes, what was he talking about again?<br/><br/>Before long, another fighter came along, an elf this time, and hurled insults their way.<br/><br/>"Ah, but what use a charming good looks on the battlefield? But since you mention it, I wonder if it would work..." He'd begun to get lost on another train of thought before snapping back to reality. "Oh! That reminds me Jason, if anyone gets a heart attack, from our little joke, drag them under the bed so no one finds out." He began laughing as well.