The orc looked at her warily. His features were rough and somewhat lopsided, but had an almost rugged charm. His hair was rough-cut, as if he'd cut it himself with a dagger, and without a mirror. Very likely the case, actually. "Gorok, son of Kurul," he replied. "I worry for my brothers. Together, by the fire, we had a chance against the dangers of these woods. Out there..." He trailed off with a grunt.<br/><br/>He looked her in the eye. "Why are you taking such an interest in me. Am I not just a monster who threatens your people? Why didn't you butcher me, like your kind always does?"