Whatever language the giant spoke it was lost to Gorosk's ears.  Not only could he not understand the words but he wasn't confident he had ever encountered it before.  Perhaps it was a curse, he considered, for though the meaning of the individual words was unknown the feeling behind them was quite evident to him.  Her forehead pressed against the metal, her hands clutched tight around the bars hard enough that the pale slate tone of her muscular hands paled further.  Each word came out a carefully pronounced growl, they had a meaning of some form, and each word was low enough it could only be meant for herself or for him.

“I thought I smelled the cowardly blood of an Orc…”

That part he understood, all too well.

Gorosk stepped up to the bars assuming a similar posture to the giant woman's own only he was relaxed where she was tense.  His long pale green arms hanging out between the bars, that they might meet each other better.  He spoke in a gravely tone that was less bestial sounding than a full blooded Orc but without the precise diction of a man.

"I only caught that last part giant.  You are half right on that.  I have the blood of the Orc, I am a half blood, but I am no coward.  What of you Vah'lux, giantess who speaks in codes.  What are you?  Conspiring with beasts, disturbing cursed ground, uttering curses?"