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Closing her eyes while she walked through the town, her hand felt around at the impression of her coin purse in her pack, trying to guess how much money she had. Such things rarely occurred to her, and sleeping under trees, bathing in rivers and hunting for dinner was free. Being in town and obligated to behave brought back such quandaries as trusting someone else's cooking and assuming locks on doors were sturdy.

Before she knew it, a massive hand clutched her armor through the cloak and tabard to lift her from her feet. The feat, alone, was impressive since Kaite couldn't possibly be light while clad in armor and toting gear.
Surprisingly, she didn't react to being lifted, still on her 'best behavior' and seeing the provocation as not entirely being worth her time. However, the mention of being 'the one she wanted' brought to light a unique issue that she wasn't thrilled with. People knowing where you were had a way of spreading once it became a thing. A messenger with a letter, no doubt from the council. All it took was a determined set of eyes for the whole damn continent to know who she was and where she was going.

'Best behavior' held her back from one of her favorite lines to respond to assuming statements like the one involving her height. [color=gray][i]'-and you're awfully talkative for someone with a broken jaw'[/i][/color] followed by a headbutt often got the point across, though Kaite was curious what the reason behind being accosted was since she didn't know of any orc that had business with her.
[color=a187be]"Tall tales precipitate high expectations. What do you want, [i]Gorman[/i]?"[/color] Kaite skeptically spat, lifting a hand to brush herself off after being set down. Her knowledge of elves made an orc's presence within the walls interesting, though she didn't share in elven prejudice due to her hereditary stature.