Despite her keen senses, the barbarian doesn't hear the speculation correctly.  "Mmph.  Boar?  No, there's no lack of boar.  Aggressive bastards, tusks like sabers."  She hesitates at the walls, looking around suspiciously at all the fort-dwellers.  "I... er... I don't know.  I won't be tarrying here."  Her fierce eyes shoot serrated glances at the parapets, the men manning them.<br/><br/>"I haven't always gotten along with these flat-stepping, gelded round-heads."  She glances askance at the nearer of the soldiers.  "No offense.  I'm sure their round heads come in handy someways, eh?" she casts-off casually and gives the blond-haired soldier woman a slap on the armor-padded ass.<br/><br/>"If this is some trick, I promise you louts will be the first to fall and the slowest to die."  She gives a twist and causes the axe to spin like a drill in her hands, the huge, wicked-looking head hissing at the air.  "If not, then I look forward to killing a couple casks of your passable human ale."