Elrick accepted the potion graciously, looking at its contents and raising a brow at this. "A healing potion, a bit above the norm even. I'd say you should keep that, it could sell for a fair price or it could help when you are too battered to go on otherwise." Smiling as he handed the potion back, the man settled down to hide behind the 'sleeping' ogre, out of the view.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds, CL 3 and heals 2d8+3 hit points when drank.</div></div><br/>It took a few minutes more, but then a racket of someone coming along through the woods could be heard. The orcs were not being too subtle about their approach, three of them arriving first. Two in chainshirt, and the last one wearing a breastplate. A longsword at the side of the one with a breastplate, and the other two carrying falchions. The orcs were covered in nicks and cuts, but dragging along what appeared to be an either uncouncious or dead man, two more orcs soon following with wagons and a sorely beaten ass pulling them ahead.<br/><br/>"Hey boys, its looting time!" Came a shout from the leading orc in the breast plate, as they came to the edge of the woods and paused. "Boys?" The orc frowned, looking at the 'sleeping' ogre. "If those sons of swine are fucking the captives I'll cut their throats myself!" Growling angrily, the orc leader headed for the ogre, seeming intent on waking him.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wagons, and 4 orcs are at 60 feet's range, the boss approaching. Presently at 20 feet, if the group waits it looks likely the orc will a) realize something is wrong or b) come to touch range and probably kick the ogre from the looks of it.</div></div>