Tirrarian watched as a green lady walked by, since she pretty much attracted the eye of anyone around. It was only after a second glance of which Tirrarian realised she must be an Orc, or a half-blood at best. Her build was lean, but muscles could be seen rippling through various tears in her raggedy clothing and on sleeveless arms. It was rare to see an Orc of any kind in human civilisation, especially foreign since her stance was confident, and even happy telling from her strong and light stride. [color=violet][i]Waeldershore is more of a frontier town than I thought[/i][/color].

Tirrarian had been a tail and had a tail more times than she could count, and she could tell this Orc was new to it. The Orc was dancing in and out of sight, which was the way a hunter would act to pounce of it's quarry. In actuality tailing involved far more subtlety, and was as much about body language and acting as it was anything else. Unsure as to the quality of Orc hearing Tirrarian didn't mention anything to Ioannes in case she heard as was scared off. Luckily he was aware of the woman, unluckily he decided confrontation was the best idea, [color=violet][i]Confrontation with an Orc, great job.[/i][/color]

"I'm a stranger in this town too; why don't we walk together? Much safer that way, and people will bother us less."

[color=violet][i]Stranger's are rarely safer to travel with[/i][/color], Tirrarian re-assessed the Orc woman. Once again, her stance said she held no threat to the pair, and her failure at tailing someone said she wasn't just faking a low threat stance. She was still scary as all hell, standing almost double the height of Tirrarian and twice as wide, all muscle

The Gnome decided to make light of it [color=violet]"Never mind bother us less, with an Orc here assassins will keep their distance."[/color]

[@Letter Bee][@Lucius Cypher]