The orcs look at one another with apprehension.
"Crikes," says one, "You may be supposed to get 'da head of a werewolf but I don't want no parts of 'dat. If 'dem guys found out that some of us was helping you to 'dem we'd be trussed up quick and hauled down fer breakfast."
"The garbage pit."
"Yea, 'dat's right - ya could always head down to 'de garbage pit and go down to 'da fourt' level and sneak in - they wouldn't be expecting anyone going in 'dat way."
"We could show the way to the garbage pit, we were heading that way anyways."