Kama bites his lip to refrain from a chuckle, but he clamps a hand on the orc's ankle and drags him back to continue their conversation. "I'm not finished," he says, Orcish tongue emphasizing each syllable. "Let's be clear. You might see this blade and think, the half-breed killed them all. And you'd be wrong; I just took out one of your buddies.
So you'd think, the giant one looks strong, he must have smashed them! Again, not true, but he did get a few good licks in. The dragon? She must have ate them! Almost, but honestly you're not her type.
Wait, that just leaves the little one? Yeah. You remember the little guy? Slapped you around a bit, asked you weird questions? Well, I don't know if you noticed, but he's a little crazy. Okay, not a little; he's totally crazy. You heard that big boom? That was HIM.
Now look, I don't have much time. I got him distracted over there picking through Brughor's intestines looking for... whatever it is he wants; it ain't pretty. But soon he's going to remember that you're still around.
So you and me, we're practically related, right? I'd like to let you go, let you run off before the gnome decides he wants to wear you for undergarments. But I don't want to hear about you harassing the nice people from Phandalin over yonder, especially since the little one's got big ears and kinda lives around there.
Understand what I mean? No seriously, do you understand?" Kama prepares to free the orc, should it comply with the threat.