Baja meanwhile, awaiting command otherwise, cracks his knuckles and starts pacing infront of the Asherak, breathing forcibly laboured somewhat and saliva allowed to dangle from his tusk. (something that he has learned to control after his time among the less brutal races.)
Am were offered nice stuff! Stuff that better than wot me Baja fink you deserve! You be humble and grayshuss kitten-man!
The half orc leans in a little and whispers to the Asherak. Me Baja not so nice, best hope me am not allowed to see who you's is and where's you comes from..... Baja never munched on kitten-man fleshes before.