Not quite what he expected

Nylathria finds himself alone in the further reaches of the palace, he was surprised to find that such esteemed guests had been squirreled away so deeply but the rooms themselves were nice enough. Tanelia had dropped him off in the quarters the delegation were staying at but had told him they were in the middle of a very important meeting and to wait for them to receive him, so here he was, waiting to pass the time. He couldn't help but think about what the future held, what it really meant to be an ambassador to the Orcs, he had never even met an Orc before, only heard terrible stories about them and the anticipation curled in his stomach at the thought of meeting one. This wasn't helped by the occasional screams coming from deeper into their quarters, there was no way that the Orcs would be torturing someone inside the Royal Palace, was there?

Nyl was torn from his thoughts when the double doors at the end of the corridor slammed open, three figures coming through, one he recognized as an Elven woman that he had seen around court, he could swear that he had met her before but couldn't remember exactly who she was, some minister of something. His eyes didn't linger long on her though instead staring at the two mountainous figures flanking her, both with skin a dark shade of green, so tall that they had to duck down to fit through the doorway, the one on the left wore a rugged set of armor, the way she moved exuding strength and determination, her fierce gaze making him turn away from her so as not to meet it. The other figure seemed to be wearing what must be some kind of priestess's robes, they opened up revealing more of her green skin, lined with pale blue tattoos.

Nyl stood there, shocked by their appearance unsure what to say, the elvish woman looked incredibly flustered, as if she was surprised to see him there, her clothes looking like they had hastily been thrown on, what in the name of the Goddess had these Orcish savages been doing to her? She quickly rushed out of the door behind him, not stopping to even acknowledge his presence, leaving him gobsmacked in front of two giant Orcs. They were just as the stories had said, tall, muscular with dark green skin, tusks peaking out from between lips of a darker shade. Both women were far taller than him, having to strain his neck to look up at them and they both were powerfully built, large tree-trunk thick thighs, brawny stomachs with powerful abs on display and a set of incredibly large breasts, even larger than the queens, though were hers were pillowy soft, these seemed firm in comparison.

"You must be Nylathria," The one on the left said, her accent slow and strained in the Elvish tongue. "We are pleased to meet you."

"Y-you, speak our language?" Hearing her talk to him in Elvish shocking him out of his stupor.

"Not well I'm afraid." She responded and he could swear he even saw a slight blush on her skin forming. "I am Shelgak, leader of our people, this is Mazoga, she is a shaman, what your people would call a priestess."

Nyl was stunned, he had barely expected them to be able to speak, more than barks and grunts, the idea that they could speak his language and despite Shelgak saying that she didn't speak it well, she was actually very good. Some of the words she formed strangely and her speech was slow and halting but he was able to understand what she was saying very clearly.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Mazoga said, her elvish even better than her companions, her head dipping down in a bow.

He scrambled into a bow of his own, body acting out of instinct so as not to appear impolite.

"We have prepared a feast to celebrate your coming, please follow me."