The orc rolls his eyes at the halfling. How is he supposed to do this? This is an impossible job. Really. He scowls. They're already messing around with the local wildlife.
His fist clenches as he runs all the dangers through his mind. By god, he'll have to teach 'em early.
One heavy foot in front of the other, he approaches the imprisoned tiny little man, stopping beside the group of onlookers.
"You shouldn't be getting so damn close. The little blighter bit me earlier." He glares down at the barbarian, before pulling a hand from his pocket. Sure enough, tiny teeth marks pattern his forefinger. "I swear, if you're planning to go out in the woods, you should always keep your distance from the wild animals."