<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/d8/4f/bad84f47f02248192e25dc108f73b0fd.jpg)</div>Character: Dorn Sharpaxe<br/>Mood: Contemplative<br/>Frog-level: Low?<br/>Location: Oleg’s Trading Post<br/>Tag: Largya, Rest of group, Svetlana<br/><hr/><br/>Dorn listened while the others talked of plans to take on the bandits. Being a straightforward kind of Orc, he liked to go toe-to-toe with his opponents. Though he was not stupid as to not utilize tactical advantages like ambushes.  He finished his bowl of stew and turned to the frog woman as she addressed him directly. "As I have said, I shall slay all that seek to engage me. If they come in waves, as you seem to suggest, then slaying each wave should draw the next much like cutting the tail off a snake to get to it's head."<br/><br/>He gave Largya a toothy grin. "If it suits your plans, I can draw them in and hold their attention while the rest of you harry them like wolves. I'm very good at being a distraction. I have never seen a man not get distracted by a raging orc."<br/><br/>He turned his attention to Svetlana, hoping that their discussion wasn't turning her off to their group. Even though they were talking about how to deal with her problem of the bandits, he was no stranger to being turned on by a local populace after rendering aid. "Is there need to post watch, or are these wall sturdy enough to hold back the swamp denizens at night?" He asked. "If watch is needed, I will take second. Also, where is a good place to set up my tent? I'd like to get that taken care of before the sun sets."