You're out in the woods in the dark of night. The only light is from the moon, the stars, and a dim yellow light in the distance. A fire. You don't want to be seen out here, but you're curious and come closer. You see an orc sharpening a spear by the fire as a pot boils. But as you think you're hidden, you hear him speak up.

"I know someone is there. I'm not aggressive." he says.

The orc is rather thin. He's definitely fit but he's not a bodybuilder. It's genuine athletic muscle. His hair is long and unbraided, still wet from presumably being recently washed. He has protruding canines from his jaw which go between his lips. He's also shirtless with deerhide tied around his waist.