[Derek does stumble, but manages to keep his feet. He turns to Garrosh. When the word 'prisoner' crosses the orc's lips, though, Derek just shakes his head. His own patience is just about done.]

Yeah, no. I'm not. Want to kill me, fine. But we're not doing that prisoner bullshit. Just leave the book wherever you want once you're done with it. It'll show up where it's supposed to later.

[And with that, Derek starts off towards the village, with or without Garrosh. Most likely with a spear to the back...or possibly knocked out.

Yeah, this nice, relaxing trip into the woods is turning out just fucking great.]