The Half-Orc stayed silent. From time to time his eyes flickered from one speaker to the next, but a carefully flat expression keeps his thoughts hidden to himself.

His gaze lingers on the woman so casually talking about lighting a church ablaze. In particular, they follow the curvature of her cheekbones to her ears and horns. His eyebrows furrow slightly in thought or consideration, though he adds no commentary.

He snorts quietly at the guards' threats. The left corner of his lips curls up into a distinctly unfriendly smile.