Roland hadn't expected to be pushed back towards the crowds, less so that he would get shoved into an orc's chest. He immediately backed away with a somewhat annoyed look, even more so when he realized that the orc was a death knight. He was tempted to just leave the tavern, before the orc launched the first insult.<br/><br/>"What's a race who's lost two wars, and had their great leader replaced by a tyrant have anything to say to me." He growls, his right hand balling into a fist.<br/><br/>The crowd seemed to hush over, most of them expecting a bar fight to break out. The human looked the orc dead in the eye ((6'5')), a feint swirl of gold appearing over his dark green eyes as he glances to his left, spying a decorative shield hanging from the wall, that would do.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>