Krestov had relaxed just a tad when the ork revealed himself, the troll reacting by leveling his Crusader at his balding head. He acknowledged the suggestion to let Torrent handle the talking with this one, instead turning his attention to the dwarfette.
"Okay. bnc, I know you already looking into Hank situation. I stabilize dwarf for treatment at safe location." Giving a visible nod, the huge sentinel of a troll stepped to Marcy's bleeding form, staring long and hard at the ork before kneeling, pulling out a slap patch and readying it save for any word of protest from their medic, applying it to her chest just below the collar, letting the cocktail of coagulants, pain killers, and disinfectants do their work.
The revelation of some giant squid gave him pause. The troll may be a bit slow at times, but he was making a possible connection. "...he cannot mean a spirit...can he?"