<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Oren</strong></span><br/><br/>Oren can't help but laugh about that. He knows it was just rude but he could help but laugh at the idea.<br/><br/>"<strong>Sorry, but if you listen to my words carefully you'll hear that I'm actually speaking Sylvan- the language of the forests and the elves that dance among the trees.</strong>" he remarks, keeping close to her.<br/><br/>"<strong>But with a little bit of magic, it doesn't matter. Which is excellent, because I like to think of myself as a well-traveled man and I have never even heard of this language 'English'.</strong>"<br/><br/>He didn't miss the blush, if anything it makes him smile wider. It's been a couple weeks in the wild for Oren, the only other sentient beings he has encountered for the last couple weeks have been trying to kill him. A two week virgin he was, and his bedroom eyes show it.<br/><br/>"<strong>And whatever gave you the idea I wanted to kill you? Or harm you, really?</strong>" he chuckles, trying to calm the poor girl down with a smile. He would have prefered to back off a bit more but his amulet seemed to be the only light.<br/><br/>"<strong>Especially after you've invited me into your home, as dark as it is- that would be rather rude.</strong>" he jokes, looking around.<br/><br/>"<strong>I don't suppose you know how you ended up in the middle of the Arcane Forests miss Janet, Janet Harding. And where is this sister of yours?</strong>"