The half-orc was administered many different words and actions. But he had not precieved most of them. 
Upon hearing the words of the goblin, however, Bar was not pleased.

He would sneak over to [@Mae] the cleric:
"Look, we won't get paid if this stuff arrives late." 

He would stare back distrustingly at Cienna, partly due to not understanding most of what she said when she handed him some sort of potion, partly due to the fact that she was a strangers minion to him.
He directed himself to the other ork speaker:

"The goblin says he's not gotten his hands on the dwarf. In case you missed it. 
Now, fellow leader, until I crack his melon, either we go to recieve word of Gundren, we go back to find ourselves a new job in town or we take a knife to the face from whatever caravan comes through next. 
I don't think we can waste time... 
Care to help me with loading in the loot? 
If I find any, I will give you all the ale in return." 

Though in his twisted and scheming mind he already really planned on killing anyone and chasing off anything not woven into his necklace.