It was over half a mile's distance, through the junk-filled, winding streets of the 'city', but most people had enough sense to not bother the heavily armed and armored pair.<br/><br/>All except a pack of nearly a dozen orcs, that is. One of them deliberately goes out of its way to crash into the pair, and immediately begins to shove, and get in Isixam's face. "Oi, junker, you tryin' ta start something here? Watch where you're walking, or the Lords of Rust are gonna wreck you!"