The Warchief gives him a stern look, then a paused breath.
White teeth revealed as the orc smiles. A scoffed laugh mused the air, entertained by the stinky mans audacity. His nostrils expand sucking in the lingering odor trying to understand what he has to offer, since the merchant says he can give them more power.
What power does he have that the Warchief didn't have already? Standing tall and boulder-like, questions loom his mind. "A half-elf proposes that they have something that is more powerful and more successful than I? Prove it."
