Marrok had expected the tavern to be in the state it was - torn up, violated, the floor boards peeled back to expose bare earth, disgusting alchemical stench. The destruction was typical of raiders and barbarians, and exposing the ground and using alchemical components made utmost sense for summoning an elemental like the ones Belle had called forth outside. What he hadn't expected were the occupants - three of the six seemed entirely unfit for combat and the other three..<br/><br/>Marrok's lips pulled back into a snarl, rage welling up inside him and feeling the lasting mark left on his bloodline by the Feral Curse rising up, he held it off for the moment. Nairen and that<span style="font-style: italic">bitch</span>. He remembered her all too well - she'd saved a few he'd cut down from expiring on the ground as they should have, her efforts had undoubtedly aided the barbarians significantly in doing the damage that they had done. Here was a chance for revenge.<br/><br/>And then there was Nairen. What was he doing here? Yula had, in her sanctimonious speech, spoke of converting those who were ignorant of the truth. Had Nairen been converted? He had to have been, a scar like that was quite unique, and that was the exact same sword, he was sure of it.<br/><br/>"Well, well," he said, glancing back to Yula. "Pretty big words for a fucking<span style="font-style: italic">cheerleader</span>. Did you do anything other than standing in the back, healing and saying "Go team!" when you burnt Hyra's Landing? Consider yourself lucky I have a full belly and other concerns or I'd show you what happened to your pals out front..."<br/><br/>He shifted his gaze back to the cat-boy. "And<span style="font-weight: bold">you</span>, the fuck are you doing here, Nairen? Don't tell me you've joined up with these clowns to go prance in the woods. Don't try to deny it either, I know that scar, I know that sword, I know that<span style="font-style: italic"> stupid</span>look on your<span style="font-style: italic"> stupid </span>face you<span style="font-style: italic">stupid </span>traitor. I'm going to beat some sense into that damn fool head of yours.."<br/><br/>He turns his attention to his  comrades without really looking away. "Vixen, wolf and cat-boy are the only real threats. Suggest leaving orcs to our troops. Do as you will with Yula and the fox. The cat-boy is mine."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Initiative! (1d20 + 4): 12 + 4 = 16</span><br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Not sure if we're supposed to post actions at the same time as init. Will fix later if we are.</div></div></div>