The massive half-orc looks at Nissa. Beneath his protruding brow dark eyes peer as if trying to understand. A small tusk idly bites at his lower lip. After a moment he speaks, "I am no expert in these matters, but I am often called monstrous because of my appearance. You all kindly do not refer to me as such, whatever you feel or believe. Appearances do not define who we are, and, surprisingly, actions do not either. It is intentions that matter. Only intentions. Are your intentions monstrous, Nissa? They do not seems so to me."
He pauses for a moment, reaching out to scratch the horse behind its ears. "You offered a healing potion to relieve this animal's suffering. That tells me about your intentions. You transferred items from that ruined cart to our own, and you did not think about keeping that goblet for yourself, in your pack, rather than in the common store. That tells me about your intentions. We travel together, and we help each other. By working at it, we ensure that we are not the monsters."