She took the cleaver from his hands, instantly dropping it to the ground, but still able to hold it. It was heavier then she had thought it would be and she blushed of her clumsyness. "Where is your gear?" She took another look at his physichue, seemingly impressed by the way he moved she couldn't help but bite her lip as she asked her next qeustion, hesistantly. "A-are you a rogue?"<br/><br/>She found herself so foolish, only the sight of his eyebrow raising again gave her enough answer that it was a stupid qeustion indeed. But she was so curious, never did she had the chance to meet anything other then the humans that inhibited the villages in the woods. She had heard about the forsaken though, but anything more then flesheating zombies was never the order. And this man, creature.. body? He absolutely did not meet up to the telltaled stories she had heard as a child.<br/><br/>"I'm not so very good in fighting.. Or escaping.. Or anything else that is.." She muttered softly, the reddish blush now spreading over her cheeks down to her collarbones, her blouse still tightly wrapped around her bosom. She hung her head slightly, hair falling before her eyes as her lip trembled again, but this time it had nothing to do with fear. The young woman was about to cry about the pathetic way she performed her trade, and the pityfull situation she was in now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>