Storm took the orcs weapon but did not let her eyes leave him, trusting that the male elf would do what needed to be done with the help of the others. “Once ‘e’s bitten ve dust sweet pea. Make sure yeah ge everyfing off ‘im.” It was then that she spoke in orcish again.<em> “Right yeah facker, get undressed while yer doin that yeah can tell us what all this shite is abaat, who sent yeah, and why are we ‘ere.”</em><br/><br/>The curling snarl remained on the woman’s face,<em>And yeah better not fackin’ lie yeah bastard, and trust me those ladies over there will know. They ‘as magic that can tell.</em>Alright so she was lying but the orc didn’t know that. She knew the others likely did not understand what she was saying but this way the information if they had any would be easier to understand.<br/><br/><em>If yeah fuck me about I will kill yeah, and do yeah know what, I’d rather not. By the way do yeah 'ave any booze me moufs drier than a nuns cunt.</em><br/>