That's a shame, guess she will have to wait a little bit more to slice them up. She strapped the battleaxe back to her side, then took out a piece of dark-red cloth, pressing it against her face. She had a good smell since her young days, but she never had a good use for it - as fro now it was actually a hindrance. The foul smell of decay and filth mixed together hit her nostrils like strongly flavored snuff.<br/><br/>- Tsk... Have I ever mentioned how much I hate savage races? That midden over there is first reason, while the altar is the second. If I didn't know better, I would be first to smash it down.<br/><br/>Nicolette stood in front of the oaken doors, inspecting them with raised eyebrow. They were surely closed, and the gong over there was most probably used as a from of doorbell. She looked back at her devoted priest.<br/><br/>- Would you like to to do the honor of informing Orcs that hey have guests, my Dear?