Ask some questions.

“Malse? Is that the name of the woods, I’m guessing?” You ask this, intrigued to understand more of this world. “Good to know.” You walk closer to join him at the riverside, standing a few feet from him as you survey the clear water rushing past the two of you.

The fox shakes his head, looking at you. “No. Malse is who owns these woods. A powerful Orc leader. I would beware his name. But no concern if you’re not stirring up trouble. He is not evil.” He says, starting to look back at his fishing rod and fiddling with it. You’re not surprised, given the encounters you participated in earlier with the familiar greenskins, but it’s still a bit interesting to learn orcs exist here. Hell, even have their own societies.