The orc snorts derisively at Aeroz, "Foresight? Yer slowly starving ta death in inhospitable ground NOW, and all ya can think about is MAYBE not dying on some executioner's block down the road? And SHE ain't showing foresight? Compared ta who? You? That's moronic."
Lumpy begins working his way down the terraces, towards the drow, though his heavy armor and flat-footedness keep him behind the others