"I am Durotan, of the..." He trailed off, realizing the name of his clan was pointless here, especially being as there was not another Frostwolf within worlds of this place as far as he knew. He ended up frowning slightly before he continued. "-of the orcs. My world was called Draenor."

By now he had gathered that there were various worlds and times, various forms of humans, and possibly even varied forms of orcs. He had yet to meet another who proclaimed themselves an orc but he understood it could be possible. Durotan placed a hand upon his bare chest, then motioned to Waver. "I had met humans before, briefly, on a world called Azeroth. There were many humans there. Is that your world?" It was a long shot but not outside the bounds of what constituted reality here.