Astiroth listened to Kiena as they walked. She spoke of growing up on the streets and how she has spent time with the iron wolves for around five years. Astiroth looked ahead of himself to make sure he wouldn't trip. He said yea every once and awhile as a sign to show Kiena that he was still listening. Astiroth sighed under his hood. "I lived on the streets up until my teen years. An incident happened which made me begin to hide my face. I know I'm a good fighter. It's one of the reasons I was accepted into the iron wolves. That and I guess they felt bad because I had no where else to go if they said no. I have been with the iron wolves for three years. I just haven't really been assigned a team on most of my assignments. Talking my way out of death is one thing, but when you have a team the people are less likely to oblige. I have talked my way out of deadly situations before. To be honest, I planned out a conversation to the orcs in case we got captured. Orcs aren't good listeners." Astiroth paused for the moment in his speech. "Unless you use the word fear. That draws their attention. Orcs love to be feared. I had my speech planned out. I have every speech planned out. As a negotiator, it becomes a habit pretty soon."