"Ah, I'll admit I'd almost forgotten about Yurgrok. Sorry about that, lad." Storí pats the orc on the shoulder. "Yes, he's quite the bringer of fiery death. So, the trolls shouldn't be too problematic."
He reloads his crossbow, to be ready for whatever foe they might face next, then starts looking through his portable hole.
"So, Untryn, what do you eat? I'm sure whatever the orcs have been giving you is going to have been the nicest meals you've ever had. I might have some better food in here, but it depends on what kind of thing you like."