"Dangerous?" Haven was confused. They had made it to the city, and Mal spoke of finding his family. Hadn't they escaped the danger. "What would be dangerous?" After escaping monsters and fire, if Mal said something was dangerous it must be serious. She took a step closer to him, setting herself between the Orc and the dwarf as they traveled. 

The buildings became shorter and shabbier, the frequency of green-tinted skin increased. She looked about warily for the danger that Mal implied.

Mal and his family were the only Orcs that Haven ever knew. She hadn't really thought about it. She was taught to be kind to everyone in the village and help whoever she could. Mal's parents were especially kind to her and the family bought her cabbages often. But now in the city she wondered, why did they all live in one place? Why didn't she see more of them at the cities entrance? Why are their houses so different? Her naieve mind tread upon these questions between wondering about the Danger Mal had warned of.