And, what felt like the third or fourth time today, the woman caught Scar completely off-guard. Looking at her and watching her disappear with slightly widened eyes, the big Orc who thought himself able to say a comeback to everything was finally sent into stunned silence. That was the one thing he did not expect at all...though, he had to admit...that was the one opportunity that always presented itself during the many wars and battles he had fought in. It just seemed that for some apparent reason...women have it in their head that the rugged and tough mercenary was the guy to be with.<br/><br/>Sighing to himself, he started to curse to himself as he made his way inside of the tent. Seeing that Granra was still awake, he only gave her the littlest of stares as he unstrapped his axes and put in on the unoccupied side of the tent. He then shifted over a bit to the sleeping side of the tent and began to slowly remove his armor, being careful not to make any sudden moves within the small tent.<br/><br/>One thing one would notice once his armor was gone, was that he only wore basic dark green cloth pants underneath...no shirt and no shoes. Just the pants. Another thing...was that he was nothing but scarred tissue and muscle. He truly was a hulk of an Orc...In fact, it seemed that his armor only diminished the impressive hardened skin this man had. Like his face, every inch of his body was covered with a scar...from what she could see. The pants went from the waist, down to the ankles.<br/><br/>His body was as dark green as his face was, and just as hardened. His being looked as if it was sculpted from the color green into the form of the ultimate fighting being...one that could charge through brick walls without suffering a bruise...one that could deal massive amounts of damage, while being able to take it too. He didn't even have to flex for one to see the raw power and strength he wielded within his arms and legs.<br/><br/>He looked down at her, not even bothering to see her reaction to his body or his scars. He put his armor off to the side and got into the bed roll with her...still unsure about this. He had made sure that he was the one closest to the opening flap of the tent. To ensure that if they do get attacked, the attacker would have to go through him in order to get to Granra.<br/><br/>As he laid on his side, back facing Granra, and sighed, he spoke,"And trust me...I already know why they are so angry at you...I hope you do realize that you have a loose tongue when you sleep."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>