Upon his approach of the situation he could hear the heated debate between an elf and an Oran. He had hoped to simply pass by unmolested but it seem the elf had a bit of a keen hatred for his kind with how he was speaking and how the elf stared at him. Gra'ak placed one hand upon the hilt of his sword and holds up his other hand. He wasn't looking for a fight from this elf though he would defend himself if he needed to. His sword had been drawn as a precaution but his tone was not aggressive. His voice had a rumbling quality to it, such as the resonance of thunder in the heavens.<strong>"Sir I am not looking for any trouble but I must pass. I have no intention of settling here nor dying here."</strong>He said with hopefully his reluctance to fight being made clear. He had no problems being threatened by someone whom clear was an angry blowhard and it would prove nothing to hurt him in conflict.<strong>"I am making my way to the city of Sona."</strong>He said to make his intentions plain and simple so that even the most stubborn people understand.<br/>