It seemed that the vote had been cast. Grigori's comrades wanted to stay and have a chat with this orc who had appeared out of nowhere and slowly approached the cave with a weapon drawn and a horrid mask on his face. As a child, the bearded witch had always been warned that orcs were a danger to be fled from and reported immediately. Then again, he used to think the same thing about witches. Knowing himself to be the face of the group, Grigori steps forward, beckoning Anna to his side. "Reckon I'll be the representative, unless either o' y'all knows Orcish."