*A look of shock crosses Tare's face, the accompanied by a look of mild amusement as the ogre comes in, babbleing as usual. He shook his head, showing disgust. He stayed quiet, not wishing to pester the gaurds, or the enraged ogre...*

Trastus nods and then goes over to Luc. He examines the missing eye as if looking for something.  He turns to the room. “He really could use a priest. I'll pay silver to the one that heals him.” He turns to the ogre. “Here take this silver and buy some pants.” He tosses the coin to the ogre.

The guards stare menacingly at the ogre. “You didn' break da door den?  You sure?  We gonna make you pay if you done it.”

As everyone seems focused on the guards and ogre, a hoarse shout can be heard from outside.

”Hey, who kilt dem orcses!?  Dem my orcses.  Yous come out and see me who kilt dem and mes nub clomp eberyone inside.”  It is clearly an orc voice. Other orcs laugh when he says he won't kill everyone. A glance outside shows the orcs outnumber the bar patrons two to one at least.

The guards in the bar stand near the door, but don't go out. “We aint goin' out dere, orcs. We here to guard inside!”

Typical lowly paid guards....

*Shaking off his confusion a bit, the paladin moves over to the table where the unconcious half elf is spralled. Looking over the wounds the paladin says.*

“I could take him to my ward, she would be able to heal him. His wounds are somewhat beyond my means though I'm afraid.“

*Savanja looks down to see her enchanted work undo in front of her eyes* Bah!  *Savanja grumbles more about blasted Inns and their predudice towards magic, and glares towards the innkeeper* Magic does have it's uses ya know! *Savanja pulls a pouch off of her waist and pulls out a small jar of salve and some various leaves.  She smears salve over the eyesocket, and presses leaves onto it.  She pulls bandages out and begins to wrap them over the eye and around the half elfs head.* This will 'ave ta do til he's moved.

Ye were sayin' ye used ta live in tha North then, eh? 'Ave ye some stories o' tha place? I am afraid I were born far away with me tribe when they were questin' fer knowledge. Ah, but that's a story all it's own. All I know o' tha homeland were told me by me father, he used ta...

*Just then the comotion begins.*

Aye, now this be more like it! Tha hammer knows I been itchin' fer some action o' late, let tha fun begin! 

*Lorthak begins to mumble an incantation, but all he has to show for it is a spark and a fizzle*

Ach, what be tha meanin' o' this then? I cannae see what tha harm in castin' some...protective...spells be. Well then, I be thinkin' I'll just 'ave ta step outside an' join that Ogre, I'll no be alettin' him 'ave all tha fun! Come now, ye fine folks, we cannae let that big brute take them orcs all fer himself now can we? Let tha real bone throwin' begin!

*With a gleam in his eyes, picking up his staff from the weapons rack, Lorthak walks through the front door. A couple seconds later, a flash can be seen through the windows, followed by a low moaning sound. Lorthak's voice can be heard.*

Aye orcs are great fighters, 'tis good when ye can 'ave 'em fightin' fer ye! Ogre, leave some o' them fer me, blast ye!