Varena knew that traveling alone this far North was ill advised. The North was wilder than much of Weldrich, which exceptions in the far South as well, but she had grown up in this region, she knew what to look out for and how to handle these things when they came about. And besides, if she had waited for some other traveler before heading to Aramoor there was no telling how long it would have been before she was finally able to leave. The Huntress was confident in her ability to handle herself, so she'd set out on her own, and was setting up camp knowing that the fire would keep most creatures at bay.
She looked up though at the sound of horse hooves, her bright blue eyes narrowing slightly and while her hand did not stray to her sword, she prepared to do so if need be. Two orcs on a pair of sturdy looking horses came into view and she watched them, not entirely surprised when they stopped and asked to share her fire, offering their own goods to share in return. Orcs were rather common so close to the badlands that the majority of their race called home. Many ventured down into Weldrich for work, some stayed, some didn't. Varena had known a few orcs over her lifetime, her grandfather had employed a few over the years to help out around the farm whenever one would turn up.
“Please, feel free,” she answered, motioning towards the small but growing fire she was sitting beside. She had gotten rid of her armor, and Lonan was hobbled near by to be allowed to graze, her sword lay just beside her though, there if she needed it, which was yet to be seen with these two. Most orcs were rather honest folk, Varena knew that they got a bad reputation for either being stupid or vicious, but they were no more of either of those than most humans. They were different though, not only in appearance but culture, they were blunt, honest, and passionate, quick to fight but quick to make friends. People just didn't know what to think of them much of the time, especially those who weren't used to interacting with them. In general though, if you were nice to an orc, they were nice to you.
She looked up though at the sound of horse hooves, her bright blue eyes narrowing slightly and while her hand did not stray to her sword, she prepared to do so if need be. Two orcs on a pair of sturdy looking horses came into view and she watched them, not entirely surprised when they stopped and asked to share her fire, offering their own goods to share in return. Orcs were rather common so close to the badlands that the majority of their race called home. Many ventured down into Weldrich for work, some stayed, some didn't. Varena had known a few orcs over her lifetime, her grandfather had employed a few over the years to help out around the farm whenever one would turn up.
“Please, feel free,” she answered, motioning towards the small but growing fire she was sitting beside. She had gotten rid of her armor, and Lonan was hobbled near by to be allowed to graze, her sword lay just beside her though, there if she needed it, which was yet to be seen with these two. Most orcs were rather honest folk, Varena knew that they got a bad reputation for either being stupid or vicious, but they were no more of either of those than most humans. They were different though, not only in appearance but culture, they were blunt, honest, and passionate, quick to fight but quick to make friends. People just didn't know what to think of them much of the time, especially those who weren't used to interacting with them. In general though, if you were nice to an orc, they were nice to you.