The Orc looked on the dark-skinned warrior with hidden bemusement, accepting the axe with little more than a curt nod and a grunt. He placed it back on its thong, though he kept his sword drawn in a low stance.

[i]This one jumps from one mood to the next, as quick to help me as draw on me, he’ll take some getting used to.[/i] Norak decided.

After that his confrontation with the knight was far more disappointing. The metal-clad warrior seemed to ignore his decision to postpone their fight, instead berating him for an apparent lack of fear.

“You show your foes fear?” The Orc asked rhetorically, contempt thick in his voice. He spat on the floor before the knight, and moved on without another word. The warrior could question his intelligence if he wished; it seemed he struggled with the very basics of battle-morale, something the Warchief was very familiar with. The Orc recognised his anger, somewhere in his less than brilliant mind; he remembered that he was an exile from a holy order. That probably meant he was no friend of any of the divines which had just approached them.

[i]How disappointing, it is good that I did not seek to fight this one, there would be no glory in it.[/i] He summed up the knight Eeiys. 

After that, the Orc took the time to survey the remnants of the party which had arrived at the point. The overly flashy warrior who he had noted in his peripheral was aiding the flailing Dwarf beneath his own pony, so the Orc did not move to his aid. The winged woman was healing some other hanger-on, a female of little regard to the Orc. Alongside her was a warrior who seemed reluctant somehow, though also formidable, he gained some respect from the Orc whether he cared for it or not. 

The others who may have been around the Point had yet to move, likely too weak to even survive the shockwave which had emenated from the shadowy figure that had attacked them. They immediately earned contempt from the Orc, but his mind was already moving onto more poignant issues. 

The Orc ended his brief but more detailed study of his possible companions, and leapt straight to the task at hand. The tall figure, being helped up by the knight, had the answers he needed. The Orc had no idea what the god’s messages had meant, nor where he was supposed to be going. Once he had a direction he could understand, he could get on with it, and have the head of the mage who threatened his homeland. 

“How are we to find this crypt?” He asked Shankee, though in truth he was asking anyone in earshot. The gods had been suspiciously lax in details.