Green skin clutched the dropped sword and glanced up in time to stare death in the eye.  The elven lady cleaved the remaining orc in two, but not before glimpsing a calm, empty and nigh lifeless gaze.<br/><br/>Gale was already set upon rifling through the body he'd finished off. Finding a pouch he began itemizing as he pulled "bits of string, pocket lint, I HOPE that's pocket lint...copper wire, oh! A few silvers."