"You don't know?" Meg uttered absently, fingers on her lips punctuated her feeling of confusion over the young man's statement.
"What's your name?" We have given you ours." She continued.
"Mark."
"Mark." She repeated meanwhile Yudar stood with his hands crossed and a stern face telling of his dissatisfaction.
"We had hoped to take you to our place to help you recover, but it doesn't seem you'll need that anymore."
"No! No!" Mark suddenly interjected, he had been thrown in a new strange place, and almost died to scary large orcs, no way was he letting those willing to help him leave him so soon.
He cleared his throat and pulled back from his slumpy crouched position to an upright stand, "Let me see your abode, I think I have some things to learn from you."
Meg's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm over the statement, she quickly ran to his side and grabbed his hands like she was a child to their parents.
Mark looked down at her, a smile was plastered on her face, a contagious one and he returned it.
Yudar sighed, undoing his criss-crossed arms, "So be it." He said lazily and walked forward, leading the way.
Mark trailed him with the goblin in his hand.
As they walked, Mark's mind drifted to the objective, the tab and…
'Unique Skill? What's that about?'
Meg saw that he was absent in thought, and she called out to him, "What are you thinking about? Home?"
Mark suddenly wore a false smile, and looking down at her, he answered, "Something in that vein, although home seems a little vague now, something out of reach."
"Don't you say that, you'll get home safely."
"That I hope."
Yudar suddenly stopped walking, he turned with a jump, an eyebrow of his was raised in curiosity and he pointed a finger at Mark.
"You! You sounded off when you spoke our tongue earlier."
'Did I? I didn't notice.'
"But now you sound just like us. What's this?! Meg! Get away from him, he could be here to sabotage us. I swear he feels wrong, look at him! He's pink with scanty hair all over, he has just a little clothing and his jaw, He must be a half-breed of an orc or a sickly one, it makes sense that we found him where he was."
'Wait what?! Now that's just rude.'
Mark wasn't the best looking, he had short black hair that his clumsy descent from the slope had dirtied and roughened, invisible cheekbones, he had little slabs of fat in his abdomen and face screening what might be attractive features.
By all means, he was an average looking twenty-four year old man with an average height, comparing him to an orc was grossly inaccurate.
"I honestly can't explain it either." He said with a defeated tone, his eyes fixated on the ground by his feet.
"This is all too strange to me as well," he suddenly took his eyes from the ground and looked Yudar in the eye.
"But I want to live. You helped me out there and I could use more of your help if you'll allow it, I can't and won't impose."
"So that's how it's going to be, huh? Oh well, It doesn't seem like you're lying and you really almost died there. The orcs don't have a reason to hurt us, we make great dishes for them that they're glad to buy, nor are they as smart to raise someone as well-spoken as you are."
A smile crept up Mark's face, he nodded to the goblin who immediately turned away.
They continued their journey, and after a few turns and ducking branches, they came to a halt.
"We are here." Yudar declared.
Mark looked forward, a curtain of green tendrils blocked the path, then Yudar went past it, and so did he and Meg.
"Wow." He let out, his eyes distracted and in charge, he took his hand away from Meg and turned around to capture the new place he was in.
'This is crazy.'
Wooden small homes adorned large trees of the forest, they had their unique style–with the roof of their humble abodes bearing a triangular shape and the bottom, cylindrical with many cuts in them.
There were quite a number of huts on the ground as well, and they were noticeably larger than those on the trees. They were well spaced and from where he stood, Mark saw a statue slightly taller and larger than he was, it was a goblin, a brave one with a large short knife and what looked to be a large flat bat in its hands held up to give it a fearsome look.
"Neat."
"Mark, this is Gor, our community." Meg answered.
A smile was on his face as he looked around, goblins swung vines above moving to different homes, the laughter of goblin kids pervaded his immediate surroundings and there was the fresh cool air beating his skin.
He took a deep inhale.
"That's something you don't see every day."
He walked further, Yudar had gone further and Meg was behind him. It seemed to him that no one had noticed him yet.
"This is fantastic."
A voice suddenly crashed into his train of excitement, "An orcling? What's that?"
Mark stopped and looked at the white-bearded goblin by his right side leaning on a hut. The strange goblin had a scar across his left eye telling that it was sealed shut, and he stroked his beard with elderly grace.
"This is interesting," he walked forward.
"You don't seem to be one. What are you?"
'Of course, I look nothing like one.'
He got by Mark's legs now and he looked up at the human expecting an answer to his question.
"I'm Mark."
The goblin's eyes widened, and he paused in his stroke.
"I wasn't expecting that. I'm Guid."