When the two orcs met, they shared a quick handshake as was tradition in their clan. The messenger than asked what the newcomer wanted. [b]"Tutr'd iqbisd dy mii ayo nihi. Ty U nefi riz yhtihm?"[/b] The new orc nodded his head and handed the messenger a rolled up scroll for him to read. The message was also written in runic orcish, creating what looked like a large and intricate puzzle as oppose to a message.[b]"Aien. Pymm meam dy pi yr dni cyyg yod wyh bydirduec iriluim. Msyodm hibyhdit e sehefer zem eddesgit, zekyrm ert sehky zem degir dyzehtm dni suda. Syoct pi iriluim tumkoumit em lihsnerdm. Zi riit dy bhydisd Maren em zicc em ticufih nih limmeki."[/b] After reading the scroll the messenger just snorted and proceeded to eat the letter. It was made of parchment, so while it was bitter and chewy, it was entirely edible for orcs. [b]"Bah! Dnymi syzehtm tyr'd nefi dni sorrurk. Mducc, U'cc giib la iaim yr erayri mombusuyom. Mni um nihi ur dni dilbci, ert snersim ehi mni'cc pi dyy zieg dy tiwirt nihmicw. U zyoct ky ur dy wurt nih, nyzifih U tyr'd zerd dy shiedi namdihue elyrk dni nolerm. Dnia echieta kufi li tumdhomdwoc cyygm vomd piurk nihi."[/b] The other orc chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. He looked around before turning away from the orc. [b]"Hah! Legim mirmi, ayo'hi e phodi. Mducc, zi ser'd weuc nihi. Ky urmuti ert wurt nih, U'cc giib la iaim yod wyh erayri zny miilm mombusuyom. Pymm dnurgm dni dyzr nem echieta piir sylbhylumit my zi riit dy emmoli erayri um dni dheudyh."[/b]

The two parted ways as the messenger mulled on what his next actions should be. With his new orders his job just got more complicated, and since only the orcs knew why he was even here, it was a delicate situation for him to get involved. Any wrong move could lead to a diplomatic disaster. Such thinking was the reason why Malakaus chose him to be a messenger; any other orc would've just acted on their own instinct without truly understanding his own actions, which could lead to turmoil. Though not the turmoil was internal as oppose to external. He supposed this was better than a botched attempt at creating an alliance. More importantly, he needed a reason to be inside of the chapel. If he just barges in it might make people think he was invading.

That's when he noticed down the street some people trying to move bodies. It was that elven lass with a few of the townsfolk. Seeing his opportunity the orc approached. As he got closer he could see that the man on the ground was grievously wounded, bad enough that it could even put down an orc. Seemed like they were trying to figure out how to move him. This made the messenger silently scoff; their indecisive nature would kill someone one of these days. So the orc reached into his pack and took out his bedroll; it was suitably huge, huge enough to easily fit two humans inside. Or carry one. The orc went over to one of the humans who wasn't carrying anything, handing them one end of the bedroll. [b]"Lay the man onto the bedroll, and we can carry him into the temple safely. Be quick! He'll bleed to death out here, but at least he might survive if he's taken inside."[/b]