Foster looked up at the Orc standing in front of him. The towering figure slowly leaned forward, scratching the stubble on its chin, "Why wear that mask? It mean you want dead?" He asked, in an extremely strong accent. Although, it was an accent that he really couldn't recognize.
'Right... I have no idea what sorta languages there are in this world...' Foster thought to himself. He basically cheated, and learned how to speak the language of this country without even needing to try, just because Thiodrus was kind enough to teach it to him through magic. The only downside to it was that Foster apparently had a sort of 'old' way of speaking. The way he pronounced certain words and his word choice in particular were things from Thiodrus' time, things that Foster inherited with his understanding of the language. It was as if he was speaking in english from a few centuries ago.
