The Orc rolled her eyes,<br/>"All that's yours? Like what, some tatty ol' cloak an' yer hide? I wouldn't piss on a Gnome fer that" she spat, her anger now boiling over with the indignation of being offered such meager treats after such a ferice scuffle. She turned herself to stand full-on before the Flayer, her stance wide and relaxed, her body like a coiled spring as her green muscles bunched together to snap any limb that dared to strike for her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>