Luth directs their way towards the obelisk, clearly seen in front, above the roofs. The red haired barbarian looks a bit mixed up by what is for him a big city bustling with crowds. His eyes constantly looking side-aside, only to sometimes return to Ora for reassurance.<br/><br/>“I don’t mind saving the meat if it’s good and died from natural causes. Such as a fight or a predator attack. And if it is meat not of your people.”<br/>He replied with a shrug of massive sholders. Then tore his gaze away from Ora’s nicely tan bosom, and looked her eye to eye.<br/><br/>“But I’d rather not you become meat by some accident or hungry locals.”<br/>Luth emphasizes by throwing a glance at a fortunate happy woman, carrying an upper part of a... not so fortunate one.<br/>“Kinda grew to like that lower part of you. Legs and all. I’d rather you keep it near me and not lose it.”<br/>He smiled a wolfish smile, teeth gleaming, clearly more then a bit unnerved by the big settlement. Execution sight also caught his attention for a moment, but he only increased pace.<br/><br/>“The Lynx tribe. We... have a little less women there. And less people at all... saaay, Ora, do you know that girl... one with Swampsac jerky?”<br/>That he cautiously asked by the time they were well past said woman.