The half orc- apparently the tallest if not strongest member of the party- was almost bowled over by the smaller healer. He scowled as the female ran towards the fleeing elf and the approaching zombie. "Looks like that one doesn't want there to be any fun."<br/><br/>He glanced over at the scarred up warrior, his glittering eyes amused. "One of these days we'll get a real bet going, and see how things end up, hmm?"<br/><br/>If the kick to his shins bothered him, he didn't seem to let on. He motioned with one wicked looking knife, then turned his attention to the area around the apparently dimensionally mobile tavern. "You make sure no one out here dies. I'm going to take a peek around the tail end of the building. Where there's one, there's usually more."<br/><br/>With that, the orc moved off, his posture inclined to offer him as much stealth and protection as he could manage.