Getting to the city was easier than Ada thought. She suspected that she would need to fight through an entire army of monsters just to get there, but the most difficult thing they needed to do was convince the guards to let the orc in. Once they got inside, Ada couldn't feel more relieved. Sure she may have been penniless, but the city setting was more at home for her than some quiet village out in the sticks. The dwarf would have split off the moment they got inside if Haven didn't have a vice grip on her, though she understood her worry. Once upon a time Ada was a little girl forced to fend for herself in a lonely world. At least she had the orc, and Ada herself. Ada always thought herself as a selfish person, but she suppose that she'd help out Haven for herself too; Ada would help because she wants to. Though Ada would have liked it if Haven let her go and let her do a bit of burglaries; she could probably break into a home, snatch a coin pouch, and they would be set for the night at the least. But instead the orc had some idea.

When the orc mentioned danger, Ada could imagine what: Other orcs. Back in her hometown, it was basically a constant war between the dwarves and the orcs. The reasons doesn't matter; Ada herself took up arms when the money was good for it. Though her time with orcs typically gave her the impression that all of them were dirty, bloodthirsty thugs, thieves, or vagabonds that were handy to represent all the negative stereotypes of people. It was easy to pin crimes on them if they were near by; no one would think twice about an orc doing something criminal. So Ada was admittedly surprised that this orc was civil; hasn't raised his voice or tried to go pick a fight, didn't even so much as throw her a dirty look. Either he was a bad orc or just a good person. Likely the former. [b]"Well don't leave us in the dark. What could happen at Low Town that you're so worried about?"[/b]