Thargol just stands there, aiming too remain calm in the presence of so much strangers and the baron himself. Breathing deeply, regularly.
"Itīs all much easier digging ditches or working the fields" he thought. The calm, the simple straightforward approach to things. There was not much chance of spoiling anything with strange behavior or his orcish heritage, what with orcs not being terribly popular these days.
While he stood there, with the hands in front of his navel, palms upward and fingers interlocked, he waited for the baron to comment his predecessor introduction, fidgeting with his thumbs "Lets just get this over with...."