It's almost amusing to see the brutish orc shrink under your barrage of questions "B-but mistress, we wuz told to cause trouble at these farms! You give us gold and weapons so we could hurt the stupid humans living here. Der boss wuz the one to handle all the talking." he shakes his head, suddenly aware that another woman might not agree with their idea of enjoyment. Finally he decides that passing the blame is the wisest option "Der boss said we could have fun while doing this, just as long as we didn't mess up the job."