As the artificer made her well-worded suggestion, a handful of the orcs began to acquiesce, bending the knee to begin a prayer to whatever this deity was. Krusk, on the other hand, looked aghast at his subordinates kneeling to anyone but him. "On your feet!" he shouted, and the orcs sheepishly obeyed. 

"Let me get one thing straight, Pinky," Krusk snarled, goading his wolf to approach Scrapmouse. "I bow to no one. I pray to no god, not even the mighty Gruumsh. The gods will hear MY name and tremble in fear! This Valkur should face me, if he is no coward, and bestow his blessings! Stand toe to toe with dragons and ghouls? Ha! I have slain more of both than you have ever seen!"