"Let's camp here, tell the servants to make tents." (Makor treated his servants well) "And tell some other servants to prepare food for us." (we're going by foot)

"Makor!" Paalus called out. He entered the camp. "Look what I brought you." Kenus tumbled to the ground, tied up. "He's my contact to the Bretons."

Makor takes the note. 

"Kenus, come here." Paalus unties Kenus' mouth. "How dare you bring me here! I am among filth!" Paalus slapped him. "Makor has something to say to you."

"You bastard! You killed innocent people, and you're going to pay the price." Makor raised his sword to finish him and stabbed him through the head. 

(For those of you who don't know, in Orcish tradition there are two punishments: Gold and Blood.)

"You know, he could've had information."

"We don't need information, we have what we need, to kill the Bretons." 

"Do you need me to do anything?"

"No, I have no use for you in this battle." (I don't know what you should do, because a battle should be fought by warriors, not assassins).

(my account got glitched, hopefully my old will be good by tomorrow, but for now, I am the devouer of Cheese wheels, the definition of bad puns, behold, THE STINKY CHEESE!

(Well, we're in for a lot of trouble.)

(here's one "A paper said to me, these puns are tearable!" BADUM tss!, laugh track)