Crusk grunts repeatedly, which Serin takes as laughter, at the request to teach his songs. "All our songs tell of murder and bloodshed, of burning of human villages, raping their women and eating their babies. They are not pretty, like the ones you sing to put your children to sleep. We sing our children to sleep with tales of blood and fire. If you want to learn them, I will sing them, but do not look to me when you wake screaming from the night terrors." Krusk makes no move to escape. He does not look like he is looking for an avenue of escape. He does not look like he is looking for a way to grab one of your weapons.
Once out of town, the orc turns off the road into a copse of trees. "This way. If you know how to cover our tracks, you should do so, or the young pups following us will be slaughtered by .... He stops speaking and lets the words my tribe go unspoken. He has no tribe anymore and he knows this. Sure enough, you look back and you see three boys slip out of the gate and take shelter beneath a tree not far outside, peering around to make sure you don't see them.