Caerdain's eyes widen at the woman's response. That was<em>not</em>what he had meant to imply, and he's not terribly keen on being written off as a thief or the like so quickly.<br/><br/>"No, miss, nothing to hide... I was the caretaker of the caravan's horses. Had been since I was a child." He grins sheepishly, turning his palms towards the woman in a "nothing to hide" stance. "I only meant that there were no guards in the caravans. Everbody wa- OI!"<br/><br/>He had noticed the pink haired woman looking at him a couple of times now- had even wondered if he should go over and help her once or twice. But when she charges, a sudden rush of adrenaline pours through his veins... and his hands and forearms become decorated with a grey-blue "scale" design, a blessing of his faith. When the pink-haired woman's body connects with his, this "blessing" absorbs most of the damage... sure, she's still clinging to him, but at least he's on his feet. Though as the adrenaline and the scales fade, Caerdain  finds himself even more confused... and more drained on top of it.<br/><br/>"Generally speaking, you ask that question before you attack someone..." He mutters to the cat-girl, giving Mircalla a confused look as she steps in and orders the girl off. "Erm. Perhaps I had best go look for the doctors."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mechanical: Entering and exiting "rage" as a free action, granting him a bonus to strength (to keep from falling over) and DR to avoid dropping after Momohime's "greeting." </div></div>