Watching and waiting

[Garlock B.]

An orc peers out of a window on the top floor of the inn. He spies an elf and silently watches, clasping his Mace tightly with a green, gnarled hand.
"Me will get you" he mumbles silently to himself "end is near!".

Slowly he clambers to his feet and walks steadily to his bed, begining to Put on his armour.