Quite a dramatic speech, too bad Sen couldn't care less about what the Warlock said. All she knew was there was people to kill and she was gonna be one of the first to see blood. Halfway through the speech, Sen was already moving out, she wasn't about to be swallowed up in some orc and goblin army. Call it claustrophobia, Sen just saw it as doing her bloody job, scouting ahead, getting a few kills, and then reporting back before heading out to get more kills.

It was all the same for her, she couldn't care less about Fellmore. Sure it was hard, but she was never a surface dweller to begin with, that yellow orb in the sky was annoying enough without all these bloodthirsty, ravenous orcs and goblins running about. In the end though, Sen knew one thing was for certain, her dull red leather armor was gonna be a deep shade of crimson after all this is said and done.