Kanli's golden eyes seem to flash momentarily as the other half-orcs enter the room. "Do not fret about the half-elf, brother," he begins, his voice soothing and dulcet. "I can vouch for Elros' good name. He is an upstanding member of the Red Hand Society, and I have personally watched him vanquish many an amphibian."
The golden half-orc stands and spreads his red hands apart. "Chaucer, Vermag, brother, please, I invite you to dine with us at the Red Hand's personal table. I can assure you that the frogs' legs taste best right here." He slams the tip of his finger on the table for emphasis. On the center of the table, a crimson handprint clearly marks it for its purpose.
He returns to sit. "As for those who may wonder what my name is, it is Kanli. I help the Red Hand Society along as it strives for a better world. I would be most interested in hearing what, precisely, you need to have done, Vermag. Come, sit, eat, drink, and talk business!"