Okay, Donovan wasn't sure where he was, but that wasn't too alarming... Given who his wife was, who his sons were, things happened. He was fairly easy going, fairly willing to go with the flow, generally. Still, he'd rather be home. All the same, he was here, wherever here was, and he had his axe - he means a guitar, and he had his sword, and he had his general wit and good humor and...

He spotted an Orc! Alright! He considered taking off his shirt, to show off his Kelsheen mark, but then he's have to carry it, and his pink jacket looked better against the black shirt. Besides, nothing quite beat a dramatic reveal.

So, with a grin on his lips, his axe on his back, his sword on his hip, and a friendly wave, he approached the lone Orc. And did what he does when confronted with an Orc, speak to them in their own language, it's only polite, right? "Fruit! My name is little pink man who wears pink."