Profiling

Gularzob nodded as the man stated that they were in no need of assistance, his social duty completed when they were found to be in no need of help. He could now go back to his tree and ignore their existence or turn and walk back into the city. It was due time that he got back to his store if he wanted to make some money today. He had several orders to complete and was constantly being interrupted to take down new ones. He seriously needed to get himself a receptionist of some sort to be the liaison between himself and the customers.

He was beginning to turn back towards the wall with these thoughts when the woman's last words reached his ears. Growling deeply at the insult, he turned back to them with narrowed eyes and spoke with a guttural tone, "Whatever Orcs do? You mean breathe? Because I am doing that just fine."

Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked between the two of them and cut the growl off before continuing in a more civilized tone, "If you must know, I am simply out here enjoying the wide open. It is a stark contrast to the crowded streets of the capital, and since I am a beastly Orc, I cannot handle the temptation of so much sweet human blood." Noticing her hands going to the same spot on her back where she had adjusted something further up the road, he moved his hands down to hang freely in case the woman decided to do something foolish.