Raa frowns at the dismissive nature of his history. all the more adding to the discomfort of the arrangement. He is clapped on the shoulder by the other and they move on with a question about mutton. 

"Lamb is fine, but not pork... many think orcs and pigs are related, it would be like eating a cousin."

Soon enough they are now faced with a failing church, not a wizads tower, he takes a moment to say a prayer in elvish. Weapon dawn, the scythe sits on his shoulder as the other emerges. This one seems reasonable and even sad by the situation, words of a magic blade make the instinct of treasure seeking tighten his grip. Raa decides yet again to detect for evil intent on this new wizaard and his buck naked guardian. 

If this falls to fighting, the fist step is to separate warrior from blade.

"Keystone, you seem to have left your sword at home. Perhaps you can borrow that one's sword as soon as possible. As for you sir, good sir, Who are you and what is your side of the tale?"

Six darts of magic flew from his employer into the wizard with no obvious harm, but the bodyguard didn't throw himself at the darts either. Either it was so knowledgeable or so simple it didn't try to protect its wizard. The half orc took a step between the two to interpose himself against any retaliation.