“Ah, a hatchetman eh? An a squealer too ta boot? Where ya came to da right orc den, I know all about dat mess.” Yorik banged his chest confidently. “Keep em ere, ill make sure he’s square by da time Shor an dem come ya collect his statement. Wishing I could be topside crushing heads with ya, but I got orders. Kor and Cera ought to be on patrol though, see if dey got any hints bout wot ye oughta ya do. If nuthin else, dey ain’t in no one’s pocket or else I’d already be gettin a cut!” The orc have a big laugh as if what he just said was a joke. Dimos nervously laughed along.

Afterwards Yorik took out a small booklet and handed it to you. “Don’t tell da others I gave dis to ya. It’s a book of warrants, got pictures an descriptions of cons an outlaws. It’s how we guardsmen know how ta spot criminal scum on site. Doubtful dat I’ll be seeing anyone while I’m doing guard duty downunder, so hopefully ye get more use fer it den me.” Yorik then motioned for Dimos to head over to the armory tent, which Yorik has converted into a makeshift guard house. The young man walked away as Yorik turned to follow, stopping to look at you.

“Anything else ya need before I put da squeeze in da lad? I ain’t been too busy so I can spare a moment.”