Ventus scoffed as the woman spoke, and lightly pushed her arm away. "Your words ring hollow to me," Ventus paused and looked up at the woman, slightly taken aback by her stature, "...Human. I'd rather die by my principals than ally myself with any of the war-mongering orcs that pollute my home so thoroughly. Likewise, I would not find solace in helping the forces that seek to preserve.. Eugh.. [i]'Peace'[/i]," Ventus spat. "I am no mere mercenary, and I can assure you, that no amount of gold would pit me against your forces, especially not after you dragged me away from an early grave. I work alone, and for that reason alone, I will not be persuaded by your perception of Fellmore or its people."

	The orc flexed his legs and hopped down, steadying himself as quickly as he could manage. His body swayed, but through sheer force of will, the stubborn fool was able to prevent himself from tipping over. "Do not take this the wrong way, I am truly grateful to be alive. Though, I still feel strange to find any satisfaction in it.." Ventus paused and gasped. He covered his mouth with one of his hands and began to salivate. The smell hit him like a boulder. [i]Blood?[/i] Where was it?

	"Where have you put my weapons? My daggers? My bow? My.." Ventus stopped and surveyed his surroundings frantically, all while struggling to stay upright, "..My arrows.."