After he had finished muttering, the Orc ate. Somehow, he managed to manipulate his banana sized fingers around the tiny fork and knives, and began to carve into it. It burned his mouth, but that was to be expected so soon after his cleansing.
His mind was on his armoróthere was always the risk it wouldn’t be there when he got back, no matter how hard he attempted to hide it. It had happened before. Still, even he knew he couldn’t just go walking into a public area clad in war armor.
His eyes lingered to a select few at the table sides. One was the hooded man who had lent the gold for his meal. The other was a woman in the corner who had given him a look that appealed to him: it was sympathetic, yet rebelliousóno pity or fear.
As he lifted another forkful of the ham into his mouth, his mind was about to flicker back to his armor and then back to where his next desitnation would be when a quite sound stopped his hand.
…follow…
His breath halted. Immediate, ecstatic awe overcame him. He turned to his hammer, and stared at it revearingly.
“… My lord…” he whispered between his massive teeth.
The red eye on the hammer blinked, and the Orc blinked too.
And then the voice was in his mind: powerful and overflowing.
The voice of his master addressed him as it always did: “High Priest TalocóI have a request for you.”
To the people around him who still bothered to stare, the Orc simply appeared to be gazing at his hammer, as if inspecting it for flaws. He was knelt there for almost a full minute.
After some time, he slowly returned to his seat, and bowed his head in thought.
“Follow,” he said in soft, thrilled voice, and gave a smile that showed every tooth in his mouth. "As you wish."