Taloc accepted the gold, taking the tiny bag and bowing a little. He wasn't sure if he should suggest he'd accept less payment in times of money shortages, but he wasn't sure if they would take that as an insult or not. An Orc would have been enraged at any suggestion that they might not keep their end of the bargain. He'd play it safe for now: he didn't really know these people well yet.
After pocketing the gold, he followed his new employers to the city palace. He saw the guards eyeing his hammer, and then he wondered: did they think him arrogant because he didn't have his weapon ready to defend himself? That he thought himself so strong he didn't consider these guards a threat? That would be a grave insult if that were the case.
The guards were muttering to each other and pointing, throwing tiny slitted looks at him in a way that surely must have been accusation, just like the orcs would whenever he went without his weapon drawn in a stronghold. Taloc stared at them with his massive red eyes, and then looked back to the group he was following. Well, it wouldn't be good if the guards thought he was arrogant-- it would reflect badly on his employers. He'd brandish his weapon at them, just to play it safe.
The orc pulled his hammer out of his sling and the guards suddenly locked their eyes on them, some of them pausing their hands near their weapons. Satisfied with his display of respect, he walked up the staircase of the palace, tailing the others. The architecture blended well with the lighting from the scant square windows. He saw mounted wolves' heads with the names of the hunters underneath, and tapestries displaying great, massive sieges with catapults and cavalry charges and volleys of arrows. The strange sites convinced him that it may be best to let the other do the talking around here-- he would just stand with his weapon drawn to keep showing respect to the palace guards.