Storm nodded her thanks to Leron, but an axe was not really her weapon of choice needs must when death came a calling. She turned to the orc once more and changed her language. Of course again the woman would translate.<br/><br/><em>Well that’s a start though doesn’t fuckin’ save your skin yet.</em>She snarled again,<em>Atleast we might let you live long enough ta dispose of yer bastard friend their. What we want ta know is who ‘ired yeah, and why the fuck we are ‘ere. As well as that where the fuck is ‘ere.</em><br/><br/>Sniffing and wiping her nose on the back of her hand Storm looked again at Leron, “Did yeah find me any bastard grog.[/i]<br/>