Jack would watch the man go about his work. Before soon he'd snarl at the man in disgust while putting up a rather wry smile. It was exactly this behavior that had led Dunamis to be loved by many and judged unfairly by others. Jack knew that mercenaries would never pick a side or stay with someone who doesn't pay, yet these Oreners would be clear in their need to defile and speak harm of people simply trying to earn a living. He'd sigh lightly before walking back to his home, a single candle would be lit resembling Oren's greed that once belonged to the vicious Orcs. He'd shake his head while watching Oren start to revolve around fighting and wanting more. Truly a race struck by turmoil. He'd now smile as the candle suddenly died, "Civil war will soon be upon their hands when there is no one left behind. Some have already started to switch. Ones fighting for the Azogs cause their wives and taverns bore them to death. So be it."