To the surprise of the forsaken man, stricken without his pendant and already seemingly ignored by the heavens above for his failures prior, the name "Gorosk" was exactly what he expected it to be the moment he thought of it. Almost mouthing the words as they attempted to form on his lips, it was all but guaranteed that the man who announced himself was an orc. Or, at least partially an orc, but an orc all the same. Just as the land of [i]Thraduum[/i] was not kind to its new natives or anything that dared there from outside, so too were orcish names harsh. Was he a mercenary or a raider of some variety? At least, those were the initial thoughts that slung themselves off into the dark of the conscious for Renault.

An orc outside of [i]Andallia[/i] and the warring nations of the south had to have been an unusual character. It stood to reason that was why he was arrested at the very least. Even if he wasn't rabble-rousing and killing things for the sake of making them dead as many orcs were prone to do, he quite likely was a sellsword, especially with a name as "Gorosk". It was clear he was not hiding his identity, at least not in that sense, as no one would reasonably tell such a fable that Renault come imagine.

[@Lord Wyron]