Gurthang shrugged his shoulders and again glanced to the side very slightly "Gurthang fails to understand the... very well, if that is your wish." He turned his attention to Jacob and smiled faintly "I am a shaman - or a cleric, whichever term suits you better." The old orc calmly chewed on a piece of meat and grinned "I understood from the others that you are a messenger of sorts and that you were carrying either something valuable or in other ways important." The odd marking over the orc's eye gleamed very slightly and a bewildered expression replaced the grin. "Are you certain?" He glanced a bit to the side again and nodded - as if accepting orders.

He rose to a kneeling position and rolled his remaining eye "Those who have granted me a long life and a strong body wish me to heal you of the effects of orcish hospitality." Gurthang actually chuckled at the little jab directed towards his own kin as he wrapped a part of his cloak around his right arm. "If you are willing to accept healing and a blessing form the orcish gods that is." He glanced to the side a bit before sighing and smiling apologetically at the human "Gurthang apologises - the gods refuse the blessing, but the offer to heal still stands."