As the Orc walked through the vendor stands in the bazar, he saw people moving out of his way and several merchants take one look at him, stand to their feet, open their mouths and scream: "Sir! Sir! How much for that hammer? 500? 800?"
He ignored them and walked on, looking at all the wares. He finally settled a stand selling salted meat-- very rough, unapetizing looking meat, but meat he was sure wouldn't go bad if he ended up getting stuck without rations.
"Good day to you," the orc rumbled. The woman at the counter was looking at him with wide eyes, but nodded politely enough.
"Good day to you. Would you like to buy something?"
"No," he said simply.
The woman blinked. "... No?"
"I have no gold. I would be willing to trade what I have in exchange for some of your salted meat, however."
The woman winced a little, and nervously shook her head. "I'm terribly sorry. I can't make trades: I need gold. Sales have been slow enough as it is: I can't give away my stock without direct currency."
The orc was silent for a moment, and then bowed. "May the pariahed lord watch over you," he said, and walked away from the stand, leaving the woman blinking in confusion. He supposed he would just have to forage for food again. Still, he walked among the stalls, hoping to find one that would have preserved food that he could acquire through trade. He walked by a little girl and her mother. The little girl looked up to her mother and asked. "Was that a monster?"
The mother shook her head with a smile. "No, dear."
"Oh... well then can I play with him?"
The mother shook her head with an alarmed look. "No, dear."