Garak stands quickly, drawing the wicked blades from the orc in a manner that maximizes the spray of blood. He was sickened by the priest and his odors, so the favor was returned by the scattering of blood and entrails.
"This one needed to die quickly. It had magical talents and snuck up behind me. Unfortunately for him, he decided to run when I convinced him that I would deliver his death. In the end, his deceptive magics provided him with little protection." With that, Garak began searching the orc's body for any loot or information.
The assassin nods in the direction that Raz and Tamrik had been traveling. "There is a trap along this corridor. Around the next corner is a huge orc that is standing guard. Your timing is perfect. Raz, if you want a fight, I can trick him into charging around the corner and right into your arms. I'll gladly give you that fight. You up for it?"
Garak felt like he could defeat the large orc if he were able to strike from behind, but in a fair fight, he would likely be outmatched. With the help of Raz and Tamrik, they could easily win.
"If you travel with me, however, we must proceed with some intelligence, as opposed to Joachim's thoughtless style. Our enemy is not just Zetroc as we first thought. The half-orc Korakk is here leading the orcs." Garak knew that Raz had no clue who either the mage or the half-orc warrior were, but Tamrik knew them both well. "Our enemy is heavily fortified here and they are expecting trouble. If we don't think, we will die and fail."
For the moment, Garak's hatred of Raz was forgotten. It was time for business, and that meant ignoring the man's personality and stench and instead using him for his talents...or capability to create a suitable distraction.
Garak was ruthless and heartless, but one thing could be said about him---he knew how to pick apart an enemy one piece at a time without suffering any harm to himself. Through all the fights in the orc caves so far, Garak had only suffered one wound, which was noticeable by the small trickle of blood seeping out of his armor.