The guard seemed to mirror the exasperation, locking the blade back into its scabbard and adopting a wary, but slightly more relaxed stance.

"Look, I don't know how in the Lord's name you could be next of kin to an orc, but don't ye get angry at us for doing our job! I told you I saw some orc being buried in the back a few days ago. Mayhap that wasn't your 'kin', maybe he got buried here today. Maybe we've only been here a couple 'o hours and haven't seen a new arrival. And if you're know what's good for you, you won't start by insulting the men and women that fell in the battle, by attributing their accomplishments to your orc buddy!"

The younger guard, clearly bolstered by the attitude of his partner, chimed in:

"We don't have any personal items for the buried people. They all get buried the way they did, out of respect!"