Hn. [The terse grunt is all the answer Bennet is willing to give, as his present concern is less for the identity of the newcomers and more for their fighting prowess. For all their lack of uniforms, none of them appears to be a novice.]
[They're a grizzled trio, clad in what appears to be a mixture of leathers and secondhand armour. One of them is missing a hand, and another bears gruesome scars across his face, clearly the work of some large animal. Only one carries a shield, a wooden thing; the other two bears arms only. An axe and two maces between them, Bennet counts. They look capable of holding their own in a fight, but he'd trust none of them with his back.]
... so then I says, I says, 'pass me another girl, orc, this one's split!! [This comes from the largest of them, the bearded one with the facial scars, to which his companions laugh heartily and Bennet curls his lip in faint disgust.]
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[They're a grizzled trio, clad in what appears to be a mixture of leathers and secondhand armour. One of them is missing a hand, and another bears gruesome scars across his face, clearly the work of some large animal. Only one carries a shield, a wooden thing; the other two bears arms only. An axe and two maces between them, Bennet counts. They look capable of holding their own in a fight, but he'd trust none of them with his back.]
... so then I says, I says, 'pass me another girl, orc, this one's split!! [This comes from the largest of them, the bearded one with the facial scars, to which his companions laugh heartily and Bennet curls his lip in faint disgust.]