With two leatherclad figures behind him, an elf with all his skin covered, and a feminine dwarf(if one could say such) in the same attire, the Illithid projected his thoughts into Orlando's mind, and his alone,<i>&lt;Why not, kill the beasts, and set loose the slaves? Perchance take on a 'free slave' or two as payment for freedom rendered?&gt;</i>His long fingers were idly tapping the length of either rod at his hips. Odds were, he was thinking about the source of his next meal... Or adding cannon fauder to their ranks.<br/><br/>Behind him, standing a good head and shoulders taller then most all of them, was what looked like a very tall female human with slightly pointed ears, an upturned nose, and faint tusks, her aburn hair wipping wildly in the wind, and an orcish double axe hefted onto her shoulder. Unlike the other women of their team, her studded leather armor was in fact modest, covering everything it needed to, in order to provide protection. The shoulders, knees, elbows, knuckles and boots all had bladed spikes on them, making the savagely painted woman and her brown leathers seem that much more agressive. A faint glow emenating from both heads of her axe.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>