Maybe it was the fresh air, or perhaps the fact she was finally somewhat free, but Res was feeling particularly gracious and social today.

She had requested a horse, and quickly decided afterward that she found the beasts smelly and temperamental. Her horse seemed to have a very obvious problem with excessive flatulence, and seemed to enjoy spitting up cud, which she wasn't quite sure horses were supposed to do.

After the thirtieth or so explosion from the beast's behind, she decided to break the awkward silence by communicating with her state appointed companion. A youngish Dwarven woman, with a chiseled jaw and large square forehead. She had been intensely silent, minus the heavy breathing.

"Once we're far enough away from everything, you can just leave you know. Jana? That's your name right? Anyway, I won't tell I promise." Res stared intently into Jana's eyes, trying very hard not to ogle her unnaturally shaped face.

The Dwarven woman squeaked and looked absolutely mortified, "I would never! I always do my duty!"

Res shrugged and opened her mouth to say something else, trying her absolute hardest not to be rude, alas she really couldn't think of anything. So in true Elven gutter rat fashion, she quickly swung her attention elsewhere.

Spotting the Orc, Res urged her horse up to him and tapped him on the shoulder with her fishing spear, "Tell me mister, what did you do to get caught by these losers?"