Zegeruss darted around a dark corner, as a loud commotion could be heard. Was there a damn bounty on his head? No.. Something about a 'saxton'? His mind had regestered it as a welcome distraction, and he worked his way Down the hallway. He slowly went around a few mislead steps, and found himself in a bloodbath of what was once the bar. He caught a glymps of a large group of orc's fleeing, among them, the one who was trying to kill him! It was his lucky day.<br/><br/>He scanned the room from a dark corner, staying out of sight, and trying to see who had caused this- warzone! All he saw were 2 figures. One, tall an dark. Worgan maybe. And the other, short and with an outspoken chest. Female. As his eyes adjusted he caught on more and more to what had happened. Goblin carcass, Orc bodies.. a failed gang attack of some sort? He also caught wind of a quite vulgar smell.. It's then when he realised the 2 were naked. He figured they ment him no more harm then the rocks under his boots.<br/><br/>"never get between a Worgan and his lover, ey?" his voice was loud enough to hear, but retained the quietness of the rouge that he was. Maybe he could befriend the 2, make a unconscious bodyguard out of em...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>