Angrily Rehbande strode away from the gathering. He had just taken off his tabard, and had is mind full of conflicting thoughts and emotions.
Muruga came after him, removing his tabard as well.
"Orc! Get yer tabard back on, dis has nuffin' ta do wiv yer! Fanks fer yer support, but dis fing is mine an' mine alone."
Slowly Rehbande walked away, up into the hills. Finding a nice spot he made a campfire, took out the beer that he had brought with him for the gathering and started drinking.
Swift was all the time near him, sensing the old orcs unease. He had seen this before, and knew in his cat's mind that this was a time to stay close and guard his orc companion. There would be no hunting tonight.
((Thanks for the great event Koz, even if it didn't go completely as you wished. I feel sorry for you, as I know you had a shitload of things to do during the event, but you did it well. The fun of events like this is that you actually never know which way it will go. A thing might happen that will overturn ones planning completely, but that is an integral part of open arrpee and something that makes it the more enjoyable. Been there myself... ;-D
Mogg, don't worry about all that was said yesterday, things might have been told in the wrong way or misinterpreted. What Koz says now is what was decided, more or less.))