"<span style="color: #0000ff">I don't know about easily, but if the fires you wield burn half as hot as the fire in your heart then you will be welcome on the battlefield.</span><span style="color: #808080">" Roland's voice, though heavy with and grim with his seriousness, carried with it a genuine faith. He smiled softly and ran his hand through the mane of his worg before Blacktooth let out a growl of warning. With a smirk he releases the beast, lowering his head just in time to blind himself to Kat's approach. He was not entirely unfamiliar with this orc and recognized her voice quite quickly, he had seen her many times around the camp talking and rough housing, sneaking out of tents in the middle of the night and often spending more time sharpening her words than her weapons. Come to think of it he couldn't even remember seeing her carry one particular blade, it stood out a little odd to him as he thought back to his first experience with the orcs. Fighting alongside the Blackrock clan in Redridge as the Fel Hunter plague ravaged through the hillside devouring whatever was in their path. </span><br/><span style="color: rgb(128,128,128)"><br/>
"</span><span style="color: #0000ff">I did not know that there were any among us who were civilians anymore, I thought that all of us had our part in this war effort. This fight for our very survival.</span><span style="color: #808080">" He spoke before his head rose to meet with the gaze of the Orc, his nostrils flaring as he snorted and rolled his shoulders. The chain links that made up the majority of his armor rattled dully, grinding against one another as he once again pats his worg. Blacktooh was surprisingly calm, almost sedated as his fellow wolf stood alongside him, he even turned his had sniffing at the beast as Roland took hold of the crude bone saddle upon his back and pulled himself atop the beast. "</span><span style="color: #0000ff">This fellow is a mage of some sort.</span><span style="color: #808080">" He states simply as he turns in his saddle, he offers Nadia another soft smile that forced that crows feet beginning to form in the corners of his eyes to draw together. "</span><span style="color: #0000ff">He is welcome to ride with me if he wishes, every hand will be welcome in this fight. Besides, his skills may come in useful against the frost wyrms. As sharp as our blades and as strong as our arms might be I cannot imagine that we can do much against such beasts.</span><span style="color: #808080">" His hips shift, one leg rolling after the other as the man crawls forward in his saddle making enough room for Nadia to fit aboard and then some. His lips curve, a teasing chuckle hissing past his lips as he turns his head back to Kat and raises one fiery eyebrow. "</span><span style="color: #0000ff">Of course if you're so worried about our well being you're more than welcome to fight with us, lady Orc.</span><span style="color: #808080">"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>