Ora blinks at the talk of cannibals... eyes go wide. It's not because she's surprised to hear this though, it is clearly his reaction:<br/><br/>"You<span style="font-style: italic">aren't</span>!? Why would you let good meat go to waste? You really are from a strange place."<br/><br/>As they walk around she takes in the sights but is quite vigilant for any danger... mostly. She can't resist continually checking out Luth's muscled body, taking advantage of the fact she is staying quite close to him lest anyone think she's on her own. It seems Ora is indeed no stranger to bustling towns like this, but she feels vulnerable on her own and unarmed. It seems his plan is agreeable to her. She nods curtly to his proposal.<br/><br/>"Yes. That seems wise; I'd feel better with a weapon in hand."<br/><br/>Despite being battered, scuffed and bruised from her ordeals, the lone survivor of her caravan does seem invigorated by the display of male flesh beside her and the familiar sound of village life.<br/><br/>"Ora."<br/><br/>She takes a moment to eye someone who seems oddly familiar to her before her attention returns to the man.<br/><br/>"Where<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>you from, anyway?"