Judging by the expression of the Dunmer, his act was working. Giving the impression of a dumb barbarian was a skill that the forge wife of the stronghold had taught him. 

"If they think your stupid, they won't think your as much as a threat." her voice echoed in the back of his mind. 

So far the competition was looking average. No matter what, an orc was an orc and judging by her calm demeanor she isn't going to go down easy... or maybe she will, he hasn't seen her in action and she may be just a push over. The Bosmer looked like he would crumble if he breathed on him too hard, and he just might judging on what he had just eaten. Now the witch hunter, he had heard about that one on his way here, it would be nice to test him, blade to blade. 

Karnog didn't like the Bosmer, the way that he had looked at him was full of contempt and it made his blood boil in a way that only an orcs could. However he suppressed it and decided to passive aggressively fling the last bit of rat meat in his general direction.