Unwise seemed something of an understatement, and Durotan felt somewhat thankful he wasn't called a Frostboar's brain damaged uncle by his short savior. He would like to think he could have taken them on his own, but he was only just one orc after all, in strange lands against strange foes. And now, he had a strange warrior to thank.

Durotan heaved in deep breaths as his battle furor slowly ebbed, his eyes intent and piercing on the other as the words were spoken, his mouth slightly open and nostrils flaring. While it was an intimidating stare, the intimidation was not meant for this fair one but merely the remnant of his still thundering heart. As he calmed, so too did his expression soften until finally he rubbed his face and down his neck with one hand and heaved a grunt.

The orc pounded a closed fist upon his chest twice, standing taller, which was their version of a salute or bow of respect. "Lok'tar, stranger. You have my thanks for your aid here. No, I had heard nothing of this place. I am Durotan, and unknowing of these lands."