"Ah, is expression. I understand. Is..."
Suddenly, Tonk gets very agitated.
In a rush, he rips the head and spine off the roasted pig. Then, he runs for the door.
"Is job! Is job! Must get there before anyone take!"
Once in the street, he looks about in dismay and roars in frustration. Unfortunately, at this moment, a merchant happens to walk by Tonk. The half-orc grabs him by the collar of his coat and hauls him off the ground. "Where is temple?! WHERE IS TEMPLE?!"
The man screams in terror and soils himself, but manages to give appropriate directions.
Tonk puts him back on the ground and pats him on the shoulder.
"Thank you! You is good to help!"
Then, the half-orc races down the street at a madcap pace, leaping over and ducking under obstacles. Those he cannot avoid, he barrels through--with affusive apologies.