The orcs pointed at Goruk, laughing. "Goruk chew pensively," one said, wiping blood from a spearpoint with a scrap of manskin. Indeed, Goruk was chewing silently at the leg of a body that lay half inside the smoking remains of the farmhouse. The head and torso had been reduced to ash while the legs varied from well-done to juicy rare. "What Goruk think?" shouted the spear-cleaner.
"Fuck off!" bellowed Goruk, spitting out chunks of calf-muscle. "Goruk fucking eat!"
Goruk tended to be sensitive at mealtime.