The elf shrugs slightly and shakes his head, "An offer of help from a lovely lady offensive?" the elf gives a feigned puzzled look, "Not at all, I was concerned with your safety is all."  He pauses again, "Let's just say, I've been here before, and know how a few of the things around here 'work'."<br/><br/>He smiles and gives a slight bow. "I'm Sil'danar Laelithar, and like you I'm not from here.  I'm from Toril, Evermeet to be specific."<br/><br/>"As for them..." Sil'danar gestures towards the corpses. "The big ones are referred to as roamers, the big horned one there is just a stronger one that is obviously a leader type and can call for reinforcements.  The other two, the ones you saw with the orbs of fire floating just above one hand in their palm, those are Ors.  Not orcs, well...none of these ugly things are orcs...though I imagine at first glance they often give that impression to some.  Well the roamers, I've heard as described as a large cross between an orc, a minotaur, and an ogre.  Anyways, the roamers are big and strong but not very fast; though I don't recommend being hit by one.  The Ors, they're spellcasters although some of their abilities do defy what are considered the normal laws of magic."<br/><br/>"As for me....trust me, I'm damn good but I got lucky that those two Ors didn't react fast enough.  Besides, keeping roamers at bay for even short periods of time is something I'm not fond of.  Overgrown bastards are too strong, so you can't exactly just turn their blades aside.  You either dodge them, use very creative and tiring deflective tactics, or you just end up getting sliced to pieces."