Trevor found him, his body fully recovered after drinking potions of healing and mana regeneration. They stared at each other for a while, tension building between all who watched. The size difference between them made the elves fearful, but their next actions were totally anticlimactic.
"Grork/Trevor!" They screamed at the same time, before hugging each other and slapping on each other's backs. The force of the slaps continued to increase, until they were so strong that the wind pressure of each blow lifted the sand off the ground.
"Stop, stop, stop! I surrender, my old carcass is no longer the same as before." Trevor yelled as he pushed Grork away, lightly rubbing the place where he hit.
"Haha, don't use age as an excuse. I was always stronger, even when you were still active on the front lines." Grork spoke in elven as he flashed a wild smile that all the dumbfounded elves had mistaken for aggression, but it was as friendly as an orc's facial muscles would allow.