Jasmyn jumped a little as the orc adressed her, but she was immediately repulsed by the comment about her 'knockers'. She was about to slap the orc in the face, as a new person approached and told him to go bathe. She felt grateful to the woman, but at the same time a little sorry for the orc. Sizing up the newcomer, Jasmyn was not disappointed. The woman semed to be well armed, carried herself well, and was also kind of pretty. This is what Jasmyn imagined a hero looked like. 

Jasmyn felt intimidated by all the odd species around, only adding to the feeling of relief when seeing the human woman. She stuttered a little as she spoke, inconfident about what to say. [color=6ecff6]"T-thanks, miss. This s-scroundrel made a comment about.--"[/color] her voice hushed into a whisper, barely audible over the noise of the people around. Her face reddened as she said it. [color=6ecff6]"A comment about my b-breasts."[/color] Jasmyn, eager as she was to impress this woman she deemed a rolemodel, soon blurted out [color=6ecff6]"I was about to say something myself, but I felt sorry for him."[/color] She froze a moment after this, not even believing she just said that, but remembered she'd forgotten to thank the woman. [color=6ecff6]"T-thanks, anyway. Would you tell me your name?"[/color]