[What sort of welcome present did you bring for me? I'm willing to ignore their rudeness if you've got something good.] The Chieftain suggested.
"First, I'm only with them because they suspect that I'm a spy from the Golden Dragon Nation, and they're taking me into custody so they can interrogate me in the city. But I brought you this." Karl replied.
He handed the Orc the hastily scrawled skill book and the Chieftain took it with a curious look, then flipped it open.
The book vanished, and the air was filled with curses as weapons came back out.
"What the hell did you give him? Was that a skill book! Everyone on guard, the Orcs might have a System User!" The slender, purple haired, Monarch Rank Demon officer shouted.
"Relax, it's a skill for punching people in the face. It's Orc-specific, not many others can use it." Karl explained, with his hands up in surrender, as dozens of blades were pointed his way.
