Nowaru

- Uh, yeah, he's sitting there right now, drinking tea. Or was drinking. He ordered it recently.

- Thank you.
"Too simple. That can't be right. Something's not right here," the orc thought.
*Shushuk heads towards the room he was shown. He quietly approaches it and listens. If he doesn't hear anything suspicious or any conversation, he knocks.*

Probably, it's a copy of that man, made by some sorcerer from a cave, and he wants to pass it off as the original.