[ Illusionary magic--it's not the first that Gorgug's seen of it, but it does surprise him nonetheless, because who expects it? Not a guy like Gorgug. His mind does first think elf?, but then he does catch the tail--and then he doesn't know where to go from there. A race he doesn't know about is even on the table: and actually, that seems to be the case.

Who knows what an ori is. This guy, apparently.

There's a small hum he lets out in all that, a huh, particularly about a murderous old lady being able the guy. Some small acknowledgement that it's something unusual, but Gorgug's expression doesn't exactly change...mainly because the guy himself doesn't seem too concerned immediately. Not yet, anyway, as he says. ]

I'm a half-orc. [ He points to himself, as unnecessary as it is. ] Half-orc, half-human. Lots of humans here don't have us-- I don't know if they'd have an ori. Except in stories. We come up in those, apparently.

[ Perhaps he's experienced that already, but he's giving him a heads up, even if it may be meaningless. Especially if the guy wants to keep a low profile, mingling with humans who have no clue what an ori is, is maybe the best way to keep that low profile... ]

But, I'm an artificer. Do you know what that is?

[ He could also not know what an orc is, but... people know what an orc is more than an artificer.

(He is absolutely getting distracted from the mist problem.) ]