A long, deep breath flowed into Rashid's lungs as the Khaghan of the Söl-Ruhtin lifted a cup of grass tea to his lips, taking in the aroma of the freshly brewed mixture. It was early in the afternoon and the majority of the clan's residents were in their homes, staying out of the hot, Moraki sun. Rashid couldn't blame them; with no games, disputes or business going on in the town center, there wasn't much reason to be outside, even with the shadow of the cliff cooling the village down slightly.
Days like this made him wish his mother had not passed so soon; as assertive and pushy as she was known to be, she knew how to get the community roused and about the town with some sort of game or competition. Setting his tea down, Rashid adjusted his position on the floor, looking out the window of his hut only for his eyes to widen... They had an intruder.
Springing to his feet, the Khaghan quickly grabbed his bow and quiver, slinging the latter over his shoulder as he started yelling for guards in both Essyrni and Mohraza, the native Morrahlique dialect. Within minutes, there was a group of twenty or so armed warriors surrounding the fellow, waiting for further orders.
The Khaghan's eyes narrowed into a glare as he got a better look at the interloper, the fur on the back his neck standing at attention. He appeared to be an orc, but Rashid couldn't quite place where from... His features were refined, yet brutal, and his graceful appearance threw off any attempt at figuring out the fellow's origins. Regardless, this... thing... was considered an enemy in his mind until he could figure out what intentions lie behind his pale gaze.
"Unos djàro qu'arrahzop tchàui! Madjani!" he barked rapidly to the orc as he pulled an arrow from his quiver. He was in no mood to use Common with the newcomer.
((Rashid is speaking Mohraza. The only two words you need to know are "arrahzop" which is a command to kneel, and "madjani", which means "now"))