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In a dying effort he does put up an impressive fight and even tries to convince you to stop but it's only so long before he's missing whole bitten chunks of his body, and his life fades in your arms as you eat him alive.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">"-I heard... bwuh, I h-heard screaming, trolloc? No t-trouble... fwuh, no trouble back there eh?"</span></span>
<span class="mu-g">"-mwagh... no! No trou-ble elvie!"</span>
The barn's pretty big so from the opposite end you tend to have privacy, though pleased troll and orc moans may have been heard by Arandyll's keen elf ears. Either way he chose to keep to himself, but Sorrog's pained screams as you bit him apart must have been enough for the elf to at least approach your side of the barn, enough to call out and be heard. Hastily gulping down a mouthful of orc meat and blood, you dismiss any concerns so that Arandyll will continue keeping to himself on the entrance side of the barn.
Leaving you all the privacy you want to enjoy a late night supper of as much orc as you can eat! There's a reason you chose not to eat much at all earlier in the evening when the three of you were celebrating, instead just keeping it to drinks yourself. So you sit among the increasingly blood mess of Sorrog's body, as you hungrily continue to tear off chunks with your gnashing maw and bloody hands.
Admittedly you're quite flattered that the orc may have changed his mind, or even his feelings towards you after this lovely evening together. You're so used to everyone around you feeling only fear and disgust towards you... the feeling of disgust being mutual, as you feel towards them... so it was nice having the company of someone vaguely-similar to a troll you could actually relate to and feel something yourself for. But it's only temporary, and that's all that Sorrog could be to you, just some simple fun. One night of enjoying yourself, a wholesome enjoyment of victory and your heart-held standard for success; good food and drink, and good company with a comfy bed. All to feel fully satisfied with going to sleep each night, and Sorrog has done a fine job satisfying you! Nice and happy, and feeling good from being stuffed with orc meat... in multiple senses. The whole range of victory enjoyed, and all the sweeter for it as you slap your big bloody belly with a mirthful belch, and rummage about for any other keg of booze back here to empty while you lay down exhausted among the hay for a wonderful and well-earned sleep.
