Kaze glanced at the smaller elven woman when she snapped her attention to him. Amusement and annoyance all at once was on her face along with a raised eyebrow. He just gave her a rather bored look until she turned her attention elsewhere. His kind weren't commonly seen outside of their territories, but he figured they were common enough to not warrant such strange reactions. To him elves were a copper a dozen, same with humans. The fleshy people were [i]everywhere[/i].

The mage, Dion, that Guritag had told him about was trying to hire escorts for the forest. Said orc woman looked to be in thought, hiding her face in the shadows of her hat before looking up at him. He just gave off a shrug. [color=gray]"Numbers could be useful, and I'm not magically inclined. Something isn't quite right in that forest and magic could be a huge game changer.[/color] He rumbled out to her. Given his build, weapon, and gear he looked more purely fighter or barbarian than anything even remotely magical.

He gestured for her to go ahead before bringing up the rear to go right back into the building he just left. The smaller races seemed to like the comfort of booze and buildings. Introductions were starting to pop out, the elven woman was a marksman of course. Dion was openly a colder mage since he was cooling booze for the keeper. Guritag had mentioned earlier some of her prowess of a hunter and bard. Goat head hadn't mentioned what he was capable of, or he had missed it. But he figured another magic user of some sort given his clothing and that weird as hell way he spoke.

Well he might as well play this little game as well. [color=gray]"Kaze, and I'm a barbaric monk. I haven't met something that can't be cut apart of pummeled to death. I've also traveled a lot so I have some basic general knowledge of flora and fauna."[/color] He stated, he knew he didn't have the look of a monk but hey. Don't judge a book by its cover.