"You've got something any male needs," he informed her with a gesture at her naked body, "Thar'ok needs no ransom.  And gnolls run this farmstead now.  Maybe your sister will be lucky and they won't just strip it bare and eat her and your nieces when they run out of food."<br/><br/>He noted the throw, with power and decent aim.  He nodded and grinned a little.  He liked this human, and that throw was better than half of his orcs could manage anyway.