Orchid just stared blankly at Torus as he rambled on about things that were far beyond the half-orc's common comprehension. [color=a2d39c]"Torag hungry? Torag sound hungry."[/color] Hunger was the simplest conclusion Orchid could guess for the old man. Frankly, Orchid could go for a heavy meal himself. Some nice veal and a huge jug of water. Perhaps some roasted mushrooms or fish. Simple tastes really, Orchid would be fine with a few raw potatoes if they had raided any. But alas, nothing for the half-orc just yet. 

Before he could go and find some edibles one of the guards came over to Orchid asking about why Brannor was cleaning the stables, since the stables weren't suppose to be cleaned. Orchid had no intentions of telling the guard why Brannor was really there, so Orchid just shrugged. [color=a2d39c]"Neh. Prisoner prisoner. If he not work here, make him work somewhere else! Go shovel hole or something."[/color] Orchid rebuffed the guard and went back into the mess hall to grab himself some grub.

[@Hekazu]