[pnpgm] Dorhak

[Dorhak]

Dorhak gathers his wits after falling, and sees red.  In both a foul mood and foul taste in his mouth, he's not in any mood to be gentle.  He unceremoniously shoves the strange human girl off him, and doesn't even beg her pardon.  While he finds her hair curious, she is most certainly not his type.  He prefers his women to have at least some silky fuzz on their face.

As soon as he gets off the floor, he readies his shield and pulls out his mace, looking around ready to defend himself. 

 If no immediate danger, he will at least examine the stone work.  He should be able to see well in here...I hope...