Marko watched the interaction with interest. First the human arrived, and noticing that her fire wasn't smoking as vigorously as before, and immediately began to thank whoever had done the favor, inviting the person to her fire. He realized that, with the elf's arrogance, she would move out immediately, thinking herself entitled to the fire. And she did. He felt his hackles rise at the sound of her voice, immediately associating it with the poor treatment that he himself, as well as his tribe, had received from their kind. He kept back a low snarl.<br/><br/>At what she said about 'nastier people' he felt his blood boil, certain that she was speaking of him, or people like him. He moved forward, like a shadow among shadows, and was only seen when the firelight touched his face.<br/><br/>"Like me?" The young Orc hissed, the shaft backed into his bowstring aimed not at the human, but at the elf.