Tanned skin, a wrinkled face, a long gray beard, murky eyes, and a tattoo on his neck. These were the features of the man who was old, but what froze Cristian were the tusks poking out of his lips.
His head kept ringing as only one monster or in Lia's terms. Only one race has these features. "Are you an orc?"
The wrinkles on the man's face multiplied as he glared at this vibrant, young but definitely foolish young man. It felt insulting for someone to inspect him and ask if he was an orc.
"Are you a human?" the old man scoffed and Cristian coughed in embarrassment. 'I'm not human though,' he uttered internally.
"I'll be taking my leave," the strange orc said curtly and turned, but Cristian did not kill this beast just because it aimed for him.
This orc looked like an experienced hunter, which could explain why he could hold back a fanged tiger with a dagger.
