The Ork looked genuinely taken aback.<br/><br/>"Your kind thinks<em>not</em>having a fight is a good time?" The Ork spat on the ground, pouring the rest of his cask down his throat and crushing the wooden container against his forehead. "You barbarians make me sick to both my stomachs. I was wrong about your kind. You lot are so weak you ain't even worth killing."<br/><br/>He turned around and stalked back to the bar.