Leave it to Tock to break the silence.<br/><br/>"You did<em>what</em>?" The giant orc's hearty laugh fills the air, almost shaking the ground beneath your feet. A moment later, she squats down to meet your eyes, looking at you like she's expecting to see signs of fever. "You just picked the sword up out of the ground... there ain't been enough time for you to fight somethin', much less get eaten."<br/><br/>As she examines you, though, the big woman slowly seems to realize that there's nothing mad in your ramblings... and she finds herself overridden by the dwelf, who hobbles right around her like she's just another statue.<br/><br/>"Well, child, there's really only one way to know if you're in charge or not..." The hybrid man smirks and takes a careful step back, ushering D'Tocka to do the same. "Call on the Tyrant's power, and see if he grants it..."