Matchmaker for an orc? Oirhandir considered that if Hellen became sufficiently distracted with Fang, that would free himself for...other things.
"Hmmm", he thought out loud. "No, I don't think that would be it. Isn't there supposed to be a big feast or something tonight, and you and her are in charge of it? No, I think she'll have all the food she can eat tonight."
Orihandir pondered. What to get a woman of men? Had Hellen been elven, he'd have a good idea of what would please her. But human women? He knew not, he had only the tales of the sailors he'd journeyed with as his guide.
"You probably couldn't go wrong with something pretty for her to wear", he decided. "I'd stay away from religious symbols and...clothes? Always let a woman help you pick out clothes for her...there's too much that can go wrong there. But a nice trinket, something that looks good on her...and if it's got little gold or silver stalks of wheat or something like that on it, so much the better. I think that symbol really goes with the festival...you tell her to think of you when she wears it, and she should like you...she should like you real good. So I take it that you want to go shopping?", he asked, ready to leave.
As they turned to leave, Oirhandir was thinking that the more intimate a piece of jewelry, the better. But just how intimate a piece could Fang give the lady without going too far?