Jacob took a moment to consider what it might mean to be healed by the powers of whatever god it was orcs worshipped. Would he owe the old cleric some kind of favor in return? Or possibly be shunned by the human gods in his future endeavors?

He shifted slightly and a wave of pain shot through his chest, which made his decision easier.

"Very well," the human said, closing his eyes, tensing slightly in anticipation as he imagined any magic from the orc was bound to be crude and painful.