[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Gorlf Northern Territory: Storehouse
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Standing at the Door[/center]

Ntaj just looked at the human who had answered the door. He honestly wasn’t expecting any humans in these lands, knowing that the orcs were at war with one of the local human nations. But this human looked tough; he seemed to be the fighting type, though not a soldier or uniformed merc. He had no visible weapons aside what appeared to be a knife on his belt, Ntaj couldn’t quite see it, as well as hide armor. Well made hide armor, likely better than Ntaj’s own, but if one could afford high quality hide they likely could have brought chainmail. He was most likely a lone sellsword or perhaps a local warrior. Not that Ntaj had a problem with that; didn’t matter to him what your origins were so long as you could hold your own. Whether you’ve earned your skill in battle through necessity or choice were admirable. 

That aside, Ntaj had a bit of trouble trying to understand most of what the fighter had said. Something about a lady; his accent and lingo were a bit too advanced for Ntaj’s simple common to translate quickly. He simply stood there patiently as the human left and went to retrieve others. He saw two humans, as well as a few others inside the building, though no one spoke to him directly. One of the women mentioned a word too big for Ntaj to understand, so he assumed they weren’t talking about him. However they started talking about someone named “Lob”, which sounded like an orcish name to Ntaj. But they also said he wandered off, so Ntaj didn’t think he was around. So he stood there awkwardly as if expecting questions, but he supposed he ought to introduce himself first.

Taking a few moments to gather his thoughts as well as to try to formulate proper common, Ntaj greeted then in typical Dark Star fashion: he held both his hands close to the center of his body, his right hand balled into a fist which was then covered with his left. Then be bowed from the waist, making a point to look down at the ground instead of directly at them. It was a sign of trust, and hopefully they wouldn’t use the opportunity to lop off his head. Once he had bowed Ntaj spoke up. [color=a2d39c]”Hello. N-My. My name is, Ntaj. Please to meet you.”[/color] Then he gave them a wide smile, showing off his white orky teeth.