The little deer's name was Nuki. He was an orc but was just about the height of an average human woman, not counting his horns.
Apparently, not all orcs were huge. There were smaller ones, too, not to mention the orc was still young and underage.
His horns curved gracefully outward from his head, the upper portion spread into a crown-like arrangement of points. It was quite pretty.
"This?" The little deer asked, grabbing the item with his hoofed hands. "It is something that Rourou picked up and wants to sell."
"Rourou?"
"Hmn, my piggy friend," he said.
"I take you later." He said, his moist snout twitching. "Must sell all."
Orcs naturally had language skills, though the younger ones tended to speak in overtly simplistic terms. Still, as long as they could communicate, it was already very good.
The knowledge of a universal language had been a gift of the elves back then, in hopes of reducing conflicts brought about by language barriers.
