Speaking from a stance of knowledge and questioning from a position of observation had always lead him well.  With a balanced approach to an innocent situation only moments before, Velikan was allowed to deal with his emotions.<br/><br/>"She was branded when you found her.  Having escaped from the Orcs, you harbored her, protected her."<br/><br/>The silence was long.  The gray of the eyes returned and the deathly chill of malice for wrong doing released its grip on all of their supplies of breathable air.  His head lowered a moment before snapping upright.<br/><br/>"It seems that our lives have been touched upon by great injustice and fate has drawn us together."  Standing upon the finishing of the statement, he looked down the long road with a look older than the mountains themselves.  "Come, we can discuss ourselves further on the road."<br/><br/>Velikan was ready to travel, and he had a resigned look of pain upon his features.  Acceptance replaced doubt though his features said otherwise.<br/><br/>"It seems we all have a debt to settle."