Among the chaos of the Vilpamolan streets, sat Cedric on a roof of a tavern, watching a gang war between pirates and thieves. He was enjoying himself until he got dragged into the fight when Cedric fell down from the roof and started to walk inside the tavern when a man took his wallet and ran towards the fight
"Hey! Stop!" Cedric yelled at the thief as he followed him.
The thief passed the wallet to another thief and to another and so on, it seemed like they were bullying him.
Cedric decided that he wasn't going to stand idly by, and he killed one of the thieves and injured another, he had joined the fight as a third party.
He chased his wallet around the fight and carefully dodged attacks of both the thieves and the pirates.
 
He was getting fatigued of trying to get his wallet back and then, he was knocked to the ground by a pirate, Cedric shot the pirate in the eye.
Cedric got up and rested for a bit, his wallet can wait, they're in a middle of a fight, they won't have a chance of opening it up.

Well bother. He should've known this wouldn't end well. Delanac had been frequenting the taverns again to ask if there were any new recipes floating around since the last time he came. For once he wasn't here to sample the ale, but to look for some prime quality specimens of the sea's bounty. Unfortunately this was Vilapmolan, which meant robbery was as common as sneezing. Being an orc helped for once, as most gave him a wide berth but now there was a fight in the middle of the road. This wouldn't be a problem, except Delanac happened to be carrying a fish. A rather large, fresh fish to be exact–and it weighted as much as two young children. 

"Pardon me, excuse me sirs. Sir, if you could kindly step aside–" His words being cut off each and every time, the orc furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes as he stood holding his enormous fish. Using said fish like a battering ram, he charged full speed ahead and forced a path through the ruckus. The fish was very good at getting people with the head and tail ends, and worked well as a shield absorbing the shock from being jostled by ruffians. Knifes couldn't get through the bony fish's flesh, and cutlasses only swung to get showered in scales. He continued his way through the swarm of people, when a scalawag running with a coin purse in his hands ran smack-dab into the fish's kisser. The speed of the moving man combined with the bulk and weight of the fish-wielding orc led to a direct collision, with Delanac being the winner. As the man got up, he dropped the wallet he had been holding, and Delanac 'accidentally' turned allowing the man to get a face full of tail fin. 

When the crowd stared at him, he feigned surprise and shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry 'bout that. It's proper difficult to maneuver around all you folk with this beauty here. Don't mind me, just carry on." It wasn't like they could blame him; after all he was just an orc carrying an obscenely large fish.