Eight kills later

Logic and reasoning take a back seat as you stalk between the orcish tents looking for new prey. Several times over, you have entered tents and slain sleeping or otherwise distracted orcs. Their blood now completely soaks the knife you carry as well as your entire body.

These pigs must die! I will slay them all!

As you exit a tent fresh from your last victim, three orcs come charging around a corner to face you. They each wield spears that are pointed in your direction. The middle one yells something at you in orcish as they hold their stance.