When monsters attack

His body still protesting, Vogir heaves himself out of bed and gingerly gets dressed.
Over breakfast he overhears whispered talk of a monster attack in one of the local taverns last night.
Hand automatically reaching for his sword, Vogir feels himself tense for battle.
Monsters!
Monsters attacking Humans!
Listening harder, he gets a rough description of the fiends involved.
Three of them…
Taking on all comers bare handed…
An Orc…
A Tiefling…
And a Dragonborn…
Vogir sighs deeply and returns to his fried bacon.