Krusk looks startled momentarily at the skald's chutzpah, but quickly recovers. He steps out from his hiding place as wellm his hands formed into a somewhat intricate symbol, held high above his head. Orcish, he calls out, striding to the front of the group.
Under his breath, loud enough for Serin to hear, he says, "Now not good time to tell you no more humans, other than Lord, at temple..."
Serin, give me a persuasion. Krusk is going to be aiding. There will be penalties for you not being an orc.
Rindilnir cocks his head slightly, not quite sure what's being said but knowing due to the wave of his friend's hand, that something was being said about him. He eyes friend Serin closely, watching for any signal on how he should behave.
Aife could feel the magic within her scream for instant release. She was holding it far longer than was prudent, but the element of surprise was absolutely vital. She continued to focus on the growing magic, waiting for Serin's signal before she struck.