Mr.Dark Deception: 11.   Mr.Dark has every intention to let the orc go free, and give him a head start from the ranch, but....in his mind, is leaving the option to hunt down and kill the orc open once he's left the ranch....depending on if they find a whole lot of dead ranchers, murdered by all these orcs.  (given the roll, I assume he's an "open book") 

     Kaemgen is being honest.  He’s too injured to feel the need to kill this Orc…  But will easily be persuaded to do so.

Cellar
“Gimme 10 min head start.” The orc scans the rest of the crew to double check. “Am I gunna need teh pinky promise the lot of yeh?” His brows would raise. “Starts when the door closes behind me.” Assuming no one decides to deceive or challenge him, he slowly begins to lower his axe from Auric’s throat and starts side stepping away towards the stairs. The orc takes his leave.

Orc Stealth: 13 

Phandalin

     “Ten minutes.  No closing any doors.  I’ll walk you out and wave goodbye, you’re not getting a chance to lock us down here,” Kaemgen would insist.

     If they agree, Kaemgen indeed goes up the stairs with the Orc and then allows him to take off, assuming nobody was harmed after the agreement was made.  He’d look to the wolves and consider setting them lose - you two don’t really know time, do you? He wonders.  But he holds to the deal…

Auric:

Still bound and gagged, Auric opens his eyes and stares daggers at the orc once it removes the blade from his throat.  Equal parts frustrated and embarrassed, he makes no other move for the moment.

As silence falls over the cellar and Kaemgen looks down at the wolves, he’s met with their signature dopey faces staring up in anticipation, tails thumping against the ground. Castor had a little bit more grace compared to his brother. They’d loyally wait at the mans side for as long as possible. Of course it was Pollux who’d break formation first. He’d lower himself down and begin chewing on Kaemgen’s boot.

Soon after Auric would feel wet nuzzling at his palms, then tugging from around his wrists. Castor decided to put his teeth to practical use, working on the Dragonborn’s binds.

     “Ok… ok, you two,” Kaemgen would say as he reached down and rubbed their heads.  If nobody else has gotten to it yet, Kaemgen would then see to untying Auric and asking what happened… “We should make a point of only exploring in pairs in the future,” he’d note.

     “On a related topic… we truly giving them 10 minutes?” Kaemgen would ask.  “I feel no need to hunt down one line Orc… but on the other hand, if we don’t, we’ll have to watch our backs for a decent while…”

Mr.Dark shakes his head, "I'm too hurt to do much more than go lay down upstairs. I doubt he'll come after us, but we should always be watching our backs anyway." 

He puts his hand on Auric's shoulder, "Happens to the best of us. Shake it off."   He pauses for a few seconds then says, "Well...it's never happened to me. But, you know, it's happened to other good people, I'm sure."  He winks and grins, then holds his side and winces, "Shit....I gotta go lay down." 

Mr.Dark is hoping for the group to take a short rest upstairs before we search the rest of the ranch and try to figure out if anyone managed to escape here alive.

Auric:

As he is freed, Auric says, “Indeed, mayhaps I was too eager to rescue the proprietor here, though I didst think thou hadst accompanied me, Mister Dark.  Many thanks for freeing me.”

”Thou art ‘Big Al’ I presume,” adds Auric, moving to untie the man whose farm they had come to save.

     “Oh, the others,” Kaemgen says with some embarrassment. He’d been so focused on Auric and the Orc that he’d honestly not even seen any others.

Groaning and eventually mumbling would come from the man Auric freed. He'd brush himself off and straighten himself up. "Aye, I'm Alfonse Kalazorn. Most call me Big Al." He nods to the dragonborn, thankful to be freed. "There are no other survivors." The man would rub his wrists and let out a long drawn out side. "The orcs set fire to the barn and smithy. We tried to fend them off, but I got captured in the chaos and they slaughtered the ranch hands." He'd admit.

Pollux tugs at Kaemgen's laces while Castor sits on the other foot with his snoot sniffing the air.

     "What are you two on about?" Kaemgen would ask, looking from Pollux to Castor and back again...  "Ok, ok...  Lead on, if you're on to something..."  With that, Kaemgen will indeed follow the wolves if they take after their sniffers.

Auric:

Pulling out a thick envelope, Auric hands it to Big Al and says, "Thankfully the orcish brutes engaged in sport and gluttony more than looting...Mayhaps these earnings will aid thee in regaining thy footing."

Mr.Dark stands there wavering back and forth slightly, staring into a dark corner with eyes that look into infinity. Then he blinks rapidly and looks around.  He glances at the wolves and Kaemgen, then at Big Al.  If Kaemgen goes wandering off after the wolves, Mr.Dark will let out a small sigh and then follow them all.

Blip. Both wolves pause in an expression of confusion. They didn’t intend to indicate they wanted to lead Kaemgen somewhere, but since he ‘insisted’… Castor had an idea after a good huff and would lead the way out of the cellar. Having successfully untied his one shoe, Pollux would tug the man along. He’d stop abruptly to wait for Mr. Dark to catch up in his condition. Eventually, the pair would guide the men back to a makeshift bathtub.

Big Al would blink as he’d accept the envelope from Auric. “Considerin’ these be my ranches earnings, yeah, it’d help.” He’d then look up. “But it can only get me so far. I’m missing my prized Petunia. She’s the sugar momma around here. Without her, I wouldn’t have the prized Butterskulls.” He’d explain. “I’d reward anyone who could find her.”

     “A bath?  Really?” Kaemgen asks, doubtfully.  He thought the pair wanted to lead him off to something but he certainly didn’t think they were volunteering to be bathed…,

     Though they certainly did need it.

     “”Have you seen a pump around?” Kaemgen asks Mr.Dark with a bemused shrug.  “Seems the dirt balls would rather just be balls…”

The twins would exchange looks, place their paws on their noses and lay down to the ground. The man was in obvious denial he should be the one to bathe. 

Auric:

”Wouldst thine ‘Petunia’ mayhaps be the bovine orc-slayer which hath been shadowing our own Mister Dark?” asks Auric, looking back towards the house where the devoted cow had been lingering. 

Big Al would blink. “Orc-slayer?” He looked a bit surprised. “My Petunia?” He’d give his beard a scratch. “Well, she is one sassy cow…” The man would chuckle lowly. “Petunia wears a signature bell. An’ the last I saw her, that girl Nova had placed a flower crown on her head before playing hide and seek.” 

     "Me?  In there?  You two need your sniffers checked!" Kaemgen informed the twins.  "I may not smell as refined as is appropriate for one of my station but there's no way beasts such as yourself should be grousing!  Now quit your games and let's go back to the house and see if we can get some rest...  Some of us took a beating in the orc fight, didn't just sniff behind doors awaiting a proper invitation to join in!"

     With that Kaemgen would signal Mr.Dark that they should head back to the farmhouse and get the much needed recuperating time they both needed.