Xholkrox returned Ari's remark of innocence with a face of his own, poking his long tongue out at the inn keepers daughter before he returned his attention to the matter at hand.<br/><br/>He had to admit while Garashna's plan wasn't elegant in the least it did sound effectual in a brutish kind of way, nodding his approval at the Orc the T'Skrang waited for her order to attack when suddenly there was mud flying towards the Troubadour. With a quick glance at his compatriots  to see who was throwing the sodden soil at the elder T'Skrang, Xholkrox smiled when his saw it was Ari.<br/><br/>Again not a plan of elegance but one equally as effectual as Garashna's, who he could now see was side lining the Minstrel with her boar working the opposite side, obviously they were trying the trick he had seen the two of them bring off to completion many time before.<br/><br/>"Behold your doom fine minstrel" the young T'Skrang said in a voice loud enough for every one to hear "A finer sword master you will not find this side of the river, indeed in all the lands few equal my skill with the blade, or stick"<br/><br/>Swishing and swirling the wooden sword around in an elaborate but naive show of swordsman ship, Xholkrox jumped and twirl in an echo of the 'sword' attempting to keep the troubadours attention fixed firmly on him as his friends tried what ever made plan they were intending to carry out.<br/><br/>"A hundred foes have fallen to my blade, a thousand have fled rather than face my wraith, I feel no pity for any hat stand before me, for they should know that their doom is at hand and I an the wielder of their fate, now observe as I demonstrate just how you will be felled" he declared and started to enact a theatrically death worthy of the worse armature players in all the lands.