The hour is nigh! After many days slaving away in the dungeon-like studio, our audio production orc returns to his masters bearing a polished gem of rather inky blackness.."it's ready" he squawks, a subtle note of pride in his otherwise grim, raspy voice.
However, the master is nowhere to be seen, maybe he is too busy roasting some hipsters on an open fire. Just then, a gaggle of goblins from the nearby forest appear, those big pointy ears of theirs must have heard his declaration. Maybe a few of them will even download it from Bandcamp, who could possibly tell?