More of the interpret heroes arrived, some in better shape than others. Malkai wasn't going to question it: what their personal lives were didn't matter to him. If their nightly activities got in the way of doing their job, that just means more loot for him. The orc rested his massive axe against the ground, leaning against it as they waited for the others to arrive, or perhaps for the oracle to give some final declaration of some sort. Either way one of the heroes came and asked more about Malkai. [color=00a651]"Hmm. Wot, ya never seen an ork 'fore?"[/color] Malkai could tell from the way he looked at him, that this person was trying to gauge Malkai's strength. He regonized those eyes from many a warriors and ruffians in the past: people who want to see if they could take Malkai in a fight. Malkai was still around, so that spoke for itself.

[color=00a651]"Ain't much ta tell, Tails. I'm big, green, and made fer fightin'. Learned how ta swing a club fer I knew wot me name was. Turns out we orks make one up fer ourselves. Yer normie see orks in big mobs and fightin' all o'er da place. Lootin, killin', rapin', dat sort a thing. I just happen ta be an ork outta a mob."[/color] Granted Malkai never really joined a mob proper: usually he just sold his blade out to whoever could afford it, and most orks don't bother paying him anything. Thus nearly all his clients were humans or other weaker races who scrounged together whatever goods they could to pay Malkai to fight for them, usually other orks he happens to have found at that time. Usually it turns out well for his employers. Otherwise Malkai wouldn't be here discussing it.

[color=00a651]"If yer hopin' ta find somefink speshul 'bout me, yer gunna be disappoint. I'm as ork as ya can git wifout me taking a hack at ya, down ta my gener' attitude 'bout dis hero biz. Don't really know dis Lucius feller, an don't wot he see's in me, but if he's got fightin' to do and loot fer me then I'll be dere."[/color]