Garashna snorted again, placing a hand on Reyata's shoulder, she looked the old T'Skrang in the eye, .<br/>"She's right, why should we fight for fools and those who don't know which end of a plough to put in the ground?"<br/>Turning her head she found Brenden, looking directly into his eyes, to make sure he knew who she spoke of.<br/><br/>"And an Orc doesn't fight with pig sticks.....I would rath..."<br/>Garashna's sentence was cut short as she heard the comments being levied around her.<br/><br/>She couldn't care less what they said about her, but to insult her friends made her see red. Whipping her head around, looking over the top of the  four with her, she glared at each and every one in the room.<br/><br/>Her lips curled into a sneer as none would look her way, everyone appearing guilty, whether they had spoken or not.<br/>Stepping around the table and her friends, Garashna headed towards the T'Skrang. Taking a route that would pass Brenden as she moved, she made sure she caught him with her elbow on the back of his head, a knock hard enough to knock him forward, spilling his ale over himself and the floor.<br/><br/>Holding out her hand she stood strong, shoulders back, head up and chest out.<br/>"Give me one with at least some wieght behind it old man, lets get this farce over and done with..."<br/><br/><br/><br/>