An orc stepped from the shadows, clad in leather drapes and pants, no shirt or armor. One of the curled horns above his mouth had been removed entirely, and his skin was a dark green. He carried with him a mace, which he slung over his shoulder. "You come here in peace, yet you use the words of another clan?"
Rose, happy to know the orc spoke Talismanian, quickly replied, "My friend is very limited with her speech. She can barely say a word in this language. I apologize in advance for any other insults. We are here to see your chieftain, Ulrag the Brutal?"
The orc frowned. "Only those privileged enough are allowed to speak to our chieftain. Unless you already have, you must go South, find one of the ancient mammoth mating grounds, and slay an alpha male mammoth. You must as well bring back it's tail, and only then you may speak with the great Ulrag."
Now this angered Rose. All they had been doing was heading North for two straight weeks on foot, and now the orcs wanted them to go all the way back? She wouldn't stand for this. "Do you really think I came all this way just to take an extra five weeks to come back? Do you even realize how pissed off I am?"
The orc was at a lost for words. Rose's voice was harsh, even for an orc to bear. "Well, I, uh..."
"You what? You're gonna fight me to the death or something? Do I need to lob off your ugly green head from your testosterone infested body?"
The other orcs began to move further back, as well as the orc who had spoken.
"What? Are you all just a bunch of fucking pussies?! What happened to the strong warriors I keep hearing about? Or are you all just afraid of a woman?" Rose let her anger flow through all within hearing distance, collecting her breath for another outburst.