Aildrin braced himself when Brom catapulted him through the bone gate. He covered his head with both arms and angled himself so his biceps could mitigate the damage from the impact. It was a good thing that someone opened the doorway from the inside.
"Skulls! We have a guest! Ilidran!"
Aildrin flew straight towards Papa Bear, who was on top of a bone table with a drinking horn in his hand. The orc welcomed him with arms wide open.
They crashed on the earthen floor amidst the rowdiness of brawl and orcish music. Then there was silence.
"A human?" someone from the crowd said. "A human!"
Then the chaos continued. Orcs hammered each other with their clubs and whatever their huge hands could get on while a band of musicians played music with their horn flutes and leather drums.
