Joshua barely had a moment to take in the other proprietors, only managing a slight nod of acknowledgement towards an archer named Radan he recognised as a fellow new-blood, before he was taken aback by a loud shout from one of the tables.

Unconsciously almost, he shook himself and adrenaline started pumping, then his glance caught the Orch who had called him and his stance relaxed -a little- though a slight twitch of contempt marked his features. It was hard to shake off years of xenophobia over the course of a year after all. His hand rose and he pointed at himself questioningly, then assuming it was indeed him that was being verbally accosted by the Orch he began to walk over. It was one who he had heard tales about but couldn't quite remember the name of, which was always awkward in a first encounter. Then again, it was possible the Orch wasn't even interested in pleasantries, and the more he thought about it the more the large human figured that was likely to be the case.

"What's up?" He asked cautiously, either looking down at the Orch without getting too close to the table if he remained seated or attempting to look him in the eye if he stood to greet the priest. Joshua wasn't exactly the hyper-observant type, but he couldn't help but notice how heavy the Orch's breakfast was.

He didn't quite puff himself up, but he allowed his stance to remain rigid and controlled, ensuring he was at his full height as he regarded the Orch, trying not to show weakness, he was treating him like any other potential fighter at a tavern. Hopefully he wasn't going to have to employ any of his new hand-to-hand skills, if that turned out to be the case he was definitely screwed.