“Dis ‘ole ting is pants. Won’ find ‘aught but gubbins fer suppa.”
Where once Tola would’ve happily butchered any of them for their loot, now he fights alongside the survivors against the rising green horde. For the survivor part, the renegade orc is a welcome addition. They just wish they could understand anything he says. His dialect of common is unknown in the west, and though the words sound like common, they’re not ordered in the same manner. Tola himself has no complaints with days of endless battle, save that there’s rarely enough scavenged food to eat his fill.