"By Durin's beard, that was a bloody fray," Hrok curses. He wonders how long until the dawn?
He renders immediate aid to the wounded to the best of his ability, then will retrieve his armor and other weapons in case of a counter-attack.
Finally, realizing the corpses must be disposed of to avoid attracting scavengers, he begins to pile wood for a pyre and gather Orc bodies, searching each for any useful clues, although not expecting valuables to be found. The bodies of fallen comrades will also require attention; he will see to Dwarves first, knowing the customs of his own kind, then assist others as needed.
The expedition so far has cone at a terrible price. Hrok wonders if further supply of goods and men at arms will be had at any price, or whether this expedition to reclaim Moria has failed as all others before. Treasure has been scarce relative to lives lost.
"If we are to continue, we'll need at least a palisade; or better yet, good Dwarven earthworks!". His mind turns to how to construct defenses as he gathers the bodies of the fallen.
the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak, lantern
; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges; torch