Derrick nods to the group. "I'm Derrick, and me and my brother Nat here...", he says as he points to the other man clad in green-brown clothes, who is obviously keeping an eye on Gourry. "...are taking care of the woods and the surrounding area at the best of our abilities. We're not really a match for larger groups of Orcs, not to mention Ogres. I gathered that they're not friends of yours. And while I'm not really sure why you're here, anybody who take care of dozen bandits can't be too bad, right? Ah, to put it shortly: There are orcs ahead blocking your way to whereever you're going, and we both want them to leave. And judging by your last fireworks show, they shouldn't pose much of a threat to you."
OOC: I still can't believe it takes this long for me to post these things...