Full Immersion [for what it's worth]

Why should you? You are an orc. Orcs eat men. Orcs eat goats. EAT THIS MAN-GOAT!

You haven't earned your name yet. Orcs earn their names after they complete their first kill. But you know what name you'll take when you do that.

Neyla.

That will be your hunt-name.

You must earn your name. Slay the satyr. Then you shall be named Odin, the goatslayer.

The orc pauses as if to think, makes a mildly frustrated face for a second at nothing in particular, and shakes her head after another thoughtful look. She then uses her hands to spell out "N-E-Y-L-A" in what some might recognize as South African Sign Language, and does so very quickly, as might be expected from someone with experience in such hand-signing. Upon finishing the last letter and putting her hands down, she jumps slightly in surprise at a low female voice from the air between the two people saying "Neyla."
"Oh-hoh, the strong and truly silent type, eh? I had begun to wonder. And knowledgeable in Sig-song*, I see."

"Neyla" has an idea, and begins signing again. The voice reappears as she does so, translating the signs: "You should leave. I have unexplained urge to kill you." This, despite her not actually having any weapons, nor any idea how or how well the stranger might be armed.
The satyr laughs, of course. "Hahah, well that just makes things more interesting, doesn't it? I would say it comes naturally, but I don't want to come off as a racist. Not right now, anyway. Normally I would blame my goddess for such urges, but he's not around, of course."
She signs, and the voice says, "Not around?"
The satyr looks mildly dejected, rather than manic, for just a moment. "In-deed. Liremskra is unliving for the time being, and until such a time that he isn't again." And then he looks annoyed. "Typical, really. I was just about to organize a festival for her and everything."

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*-pronounced "sihj-song"