Sleeth looked ahead, noting a figure in the road. Though his eyesight was good he was no Elf, seeing in the dark wasn't an option. That blade was too big though, slow, finding no need for extreme caution he slowed down, noting now that this figure was in fact an orc. He kept his hood up, hiding his face so he wouldn't he confused for a vampire again. "Are you lost?" He asks, his voice had an overly calm tone that signified a certain lack of caring. "Apologies, I am Sleeth Uzama of the Valerin household, you are sir?"