[@Thinslayer]

Kaite stood resolute to the claim the orc offered, [color=a187be]"And I'd hold y'to it! If the aim can be a warlock, then my steel comes in tow"[/color] Kaite growled through her helmet so that it resounded with mechanical reverberation. [color=a187be]"Hell with these aristocrats' game, but I will [i]not[/i] suffer service to a tyrant of [i]any[/i] form!"[/color] the tone lowering to a hiss while the half-elf looked back the way they came, the kids long since gone from any view after the slightest of curve in the road she followed. Her concern was the future, and a soft spot was worked into her personal armor after the day's events. If the orc was too dumb to convincingly lie, then she could rest easy on uneven rocks with the warmth of knowing her actions were not in vain...maybe she could even return to hold another class with the kids, sometime. [color=a187be]"I better [i]love[/i] it or I'll have you wearing your tongue as a neck-tie"[/color] Kaite grumbled, none too thrilled with subverting plans issued by elven authority, though excited to see such horizons manifesting in her dreams.
The laughs turned to silence as Kaite bumped chests with the larger orc, glaring up at him through the holes of her visor. [color=a187be]"I mean it..."[/color] she cooed, the darkness of her obscured eyes narrowing before she continued. [color=a187be]"If you've lied to me, I [i]will[/i] gut you first..."[/color] she stated, haplessly shoving them back once more in the same manner with cautions apparently tossed to abandon. After a moment of staring the large orc down, Kaite offered a hand to shake, composed like concrete and metal cold like ice.

She hated how the armor approved of her decision. It was only this that made her consider that it may have been the wrong choice, in spite of her feelings.