Nahren's blood was flowing rapidly. He got a faint idea that the orcs would capture him. He pulled out his defense knife and retreated, dragging his injured leg. Tripping on a rock, he fell and looked back, where a not-so-friendly group of orcs netted him, then took him up in a bag. Under the bag, he murmured , "Forgive me, defenders. Forgive me being so rash."
Then everything went dizzy, and then black.