Ugnar wiped the blood from his axe-blade onto the decrepit clothing of the goblin he had felled. Then he knelt down to search the goblin quickly, then looked at the other dead one nearby, hinting that someone should do the same. If no one did - he would do it himself.<br/><br/>Curious, Ugnar searched as if looking for something else besides coin, as well. Any sort of mark or item that might indicate the clan these goblins belonged to.<br/><br/>His eyes looked over to the side, gazing at the young man who emptied his breakfast onto the ground. Ugnar didn't know whether to scowl in disgust - or burst out laughing. "This is nothing, boy," the half-orc muttered. "Wait until you see the results of a -real- fight," he continued. "Or wait until you see a battle where your -own- blood is mixed in with the fallen."<br/><br/>