"Well, you did came from a piece of shit city, that explains the lack of manners", Yashar talked to Westley but was looking at the Orc, who was strangely quiet. Maybe angry because of a reprimend, maybe just too stupid to have a full dialogue. Yashar couldn't be sure. "You might want to have a look at those books by the corner of the room. They have some nice spell instructions that I'm sure you would appreciate. Just don't touch anything else."
On the designed corner of the room, a small pile of books was beautifully arranged in an heaxgonal shape. The books were all covered in black leather, with golden letters on the cover indicating the nature of their spells. Beside the pile, lied a small golden chest, with a single ruby craved on top of it.
"Well my friend", the wizard was clearly talking to the orc now, "As you don't seem the talkative type, im going to bring in our second guest. I'd rather not have him waiting for too long". Walking with little concern through his tower, the wizard went for his front door. His crystal ball clearly showing a big figure in the middle of the crowd. A big ogre stood 6 feet above everything else around him.
Yashar opened the door, rather afraid of the giant Quaggot that the Orc left chained on his statue. "I swear to god, if this fucking beast ruins my statue I'll grab that orc and this humongous beast an stick their heads into each other's anuses. Anusii. Assholes. Fuck, I gotta see what many assholes are called."
Looking outside, Yashar could see a huge ogre looking at his tower, with a confused look on his face. The mage wasn't sure if he ogre came from his calling or just wasn't used to seeing anything bigger than him. Preparing for the worse, the mage screamed "Me has offer. You smash people. Me gives you things. Lots of shinny things! Come!" The look on the ogre's face wouldn't give if he understood what the mage said, but he clearly heard it. Yashar took a quick look at his statue. The giant beast was sitting as quietly as one could expect from such an uncontrollable race. His statue was safe. For now.
Upstairs, Westley felt his mouth fill with saliva. Before he could do anything to stop it, he started to uncontrolably drool.