"My thanks, Palladys," Raiyek mutters under his breath, once it is clear that the wizard is no longer suffering from the poison's effects. He looses his shield and picks up his sword once again, but this time merely wipes it on a dead orc's shirt and sheathes the weapon.
The paladin stands, the sounds of plate mail rearranging itself filling the small silence that falls once the battle is over. Shield still in hand, he throws his elven eyes over the tavern, scanning for any suspicious movement or shadows deeper than they should be ... it seems the tavern is empty but for his companions. He surveys the scene left by their harrowing but quick assault ... orc corpses litter the tavern, blood staining the floors and tables - and not all of it orc blood. A slight sadness fills Raiyek's eyes as he removes his helmet. Bowing his head for a moment, he utters a prayer for the departed souls of the orcs.
"Lauto have mercy on their souls ... poor, deluded creatures." Raising his head again, he says to the far wall,
"What did they hope to gain? How did they think it would all end? But, thank Palladys, at least none of us joined the orcs in the cold sleep of death."
Seeming to come back to the real world, Raiyek asks the group in general,
"Well, what now? Do you think that's all of them?"
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Religion check: 1d20+5=23 to see if Hoofchew's death speech or tattoos brings any cults or associations or myths or whatever to mind. Hey, I'm curious, ok?

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