@fantasycorrupted continued from here
It was a good thing she spoke English. The only other language he could speak was ogrush, or Orc as most humans called it. Swedish was a bit out of his repertoire; in his experience, language barriers were often drowned out in gunfire.
He once allowed himself to be swept up in the anti-human rhetoric commonly shared within the 4th Orc Battalion, but being the relatively simple half-orc he was, human women always made him reconsider what he truly felt about humanity in general, for two unrelated reasons.
The half-orc had a thin black beard starting to grow, and as he took his trilby off, he showed the military-style black flat top on his head. Ogrush typically didn’t care about using headwear indoors, but his mother taught him some human etiquette when she was still alive. Whether or not much of it stuck remained to be seen.
Grollor flashed his teeth in a charming grin. He spoke in a low voice that reverberated throughout the entire shop, “Hey there, li’l miss. Do you do tattoo removals?” His posture was straight, his heels inadvertently touching from his military training, but his demeanor and tone was laid back.
