The onslaught of berating Bula and her sister’s continued and she just continued to get more sour by the minute. Her sisters were lifting the gear free of the bag and continued to straighten the objects before heading over to the peach trees with them where they began to open up the tent and such to prepare for the night. Bulas hand tightened further into fists her dark green skin flexing and turning white with the tension in her muscles. She snorted slightly at the shutting the yap comment and just growled. “You’re just some racist human like all the rest, thinking we Orcs ain’t good enough to pay for honest work.” She turns and starts stalking back towards where her other sisters are grabbing up her axe and saddle bags. It was obvious she was very frustrated with the man Djolf about the entire situation and the belittling of her and her sisters.

She stopped for a moment as she heard tiny feet and the sound of whispers turning her head back to look at the man and the boy. She turned slowly raising a brow at the [i]Is that so[/i].

As Djolf asked her if they hunted monsters she slung the saddle bag back towards the camp her sisters were making up. She leaned on the axe handle as she planted the head into the ground and stared at him. “Yes hunting monsters happens to be our specialty.” She said with a smirk around her tusked teeth. Lifting the axe up she walekd towards the old grizzled man and took a deep breath.

“What kind of monster are we talking? Or are we talking about monsters? Either way… me and my sisters are excellent monster hunters, going after anything from wendigos, to dragons, even a bogart.”