"Aersilae," she smiled and told the Orc. "It is good to meet you, Jurai Katsurage. It is true that the Heart of Sin is not of our world, but you must not give up hope. Orcs has lived there for an eternity, and I believe that your people may live there again. All that is done may be undone; that which was will be again." She put a hand on his shoulder-- he was a huge creature, but she did not take fear in him. She rather found it reassuring to find something, or rather someone, so alive in these walls carved of unwilling stone and wood hewn of trees with years yet to live. While she respected the Orc culture, she little more than what she had gleaned travelling along the coast.<br/><br/>"I have been taken from my home, to the heart of darkness-- their world," she shuddered, and looked down, but kept her hand on the Orc's shoulder. "When I returned to my small island south of the principalities, there was little left. But with time and effort it began to heal, and where once there was ash and sand there is grass and birds. It is not what it once was, and perhaps it never will be again: but it will regrow, and it will overcome. So too will your lands, Orc. Just so soon as this war is won and the Demon forces pushed from our lands we will begin to heal."