Argue for the honor the Orcs would regain under you

"The Orcs have been disgraced, hunted, mocked and reduced to a mere shadow of their former selves. Under me, they could regain their honor, take back their birthright! Crumple the cowards who broke them before and regain all the glory that is an Orcs place! To get the honor, to get the glory, to get the courageous chance to split some skulls on a battlefield like a hero, you need me, and without me, you get none of it."

You pause for a moment, emphasizing your point.

"Without honor, we're little more than wolves with steel claws, rats with clean fur. I grant you the chance to be more than that."

Chieftain Karstuk pauses for a second, thinking, before nodding.

"Perhaps. I don't know. I need to think about it. We will discuss this later."

He pauses a second time, staring at the reflective head of his war-hammer.

"I suppose I can't abandon my honor despite my anger. Although you and your kind might be crow shit, you're my guests and you will be honored as such. Denzig, take these men to whatever spare huts we can find. Wash and clean their things, feed them something hot and show whichever one's want to the whore house."

"A whore house, in an Orc stronghold? I thought Orcs were more the type for **** on raids," Morrigan notes.

"And I thought you were a bunch of rats and mucus covered rats. At least my assumptions haven't been proven wrong yet," Chieftain Karstuk says, walking off.

A skinny, tall Orc steps forward, smiling with a mouthful of rotten teeth.

"Aye! I'm Denzig. The whore house is that small hut in the corner. The forges are over there. The great hall, the..."

The Orc continues to rattle around various places that you could visit, and you shrug, indifferent.

"It seems we have some time to ourselves," Lilith smiles. "How shall we spend it?"