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The orc riders had indeed passed by the group, but some time after the riders were gone a hunchbacked form followed their tracks on foot. It was another orc, perhaps not affiliated with the rest. He was tall despite his hunched back and very broad shouldered. Still other orcs might have seen the old orc as scrawny and weak. His right eye had been gouged out some time in the past and the socket was covered with an intricate tattoo - obviously some kind of a sign of status. The orc's dark mane of hair had noticeable streaks of white on it - as had the beard adorning his large jaw. A tattered cape hung from his shoulders - it was the colour of dried blood and covered the rest of him enough to hide his clothing.

The one eyed orc leaned on a staff and examined the surrounding area quite curiously - occasionally sniffing the air and sometimes even the ground itself. He did not seem to be hostile, but you could never know with orcs. He let out a raspy sigh and shook his head before heading back to the camp from which the six others had departed from.

After a while the old orc stepped to the tent where Jacob was in. A little smile crept to his lips as he took better support from his staff. "For a moment there I thought you might be dead." The one eyed creature's voice was surprisingly soft and the tone was quite polite. "No sense of subtlety with the rest, bash a head in and ask questions if the fellow is still concious..." He rolled his eye and picked up one of the quite crude and savage looking weapons that cluttered the tent - it was obviously a knife of some kind, but for a human it counted as a sword. "You don't seem like the praying type - so Gurthang thinks..." Gurthang - the one eyed orc - chuckled and spat on the ground.

"Now, what should I do about you?" He had straightened up and casually tossed aside the staff of his. Despite his obviously increased age the orc was a fearsome sight even as he fixed a warm smile - well... as warm as an orc can anyways - to his lips. "Killing him would be uncalled for - Gurthang agrees." Gurthang stroked his beard and glanced to the side, like he was talking with someone else in the room.

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