Linger

You observe Tiemin. The muscular Orc is a good hand span taller than his companion, he has that confidence of veterans, the sure knowledge that he could snap anyone else in two if he so wished. Even so, he treats his companion with familiarity. Close enough that the smaller orc would have a chance of stabbing him if he so wanted. Perhaps the two are blood brothers, and that is why they trust each other.

"Agvir Nusdat Glir" They speak in Orcish, you assume, a language you dont know. "Trienir Vicien" But he is gesturing towards a dwarf. The stout stature gives no chance for him to be anything else. Thick beard, a two handed axe resting next to him, a light chain mail, he seemed to go out of his way to ascertain his dwarfness, something that makes you suspicious. He downs his mug of beer.

"Nurf dasin Vicien. Dazier das. Meh." You vaguely hear their words. You heard dazier a few times earlier, you are sure. "Nuevish Dazier misf. Furvier die. Daly. Horghar dar." You return your attention to the two orcs when you hear Horghar's name. They are now looking at you. Fuck, I missed my chance to sneak out!

The pair comes towards the table. You look down at your state of undress. Your breasts are not only bare, but have large purple spots. Your lingerie is hiked up to your neck. Your legs are still spread as you were enjoying the warm air on your damp pussy. You put your hands on the cheer black fabric and begins to pull down, only to have Tiemin grab your forearm and pin it down.

A moan escapes your lips at the sudden display of aggression. His taste is still thick on your tongue. He shows his teeth in a cocky display of assertiveness. "Nur Vicien der. Harum dazier vier Marvice. Turin." The new orc is even uglier than any other of his kind before. A hawked nose, a burn that covers most of his left cheek, his eyes were tiny black spots that burned with vicious cunning.

"Dazier mi zo" the words escape your mouth. "I can dance, sure" The meaning of the words echo in your mind as you speak the foreign language.

Congratulations! You learned the Orc Language.

"We want you to entertain our friend Maurice over there. He is a stupid dwarf, he is drunk, do you think you can do that?" You frown. Isnt that too much of a coincidence? Even if you know you shouldnt, you ask "Why? is he a friend of yours?"

Tiemin's backhand connects to your face, it wasnt particularly hard, but his hand was heavy. "yes, he is a friend" hawk nose answers "Brought us weapons and maps, and now he is here to collect his pay. We will have it in a few days. Tonight you keep him busy, got it?"