Lauralana does not take her eyes off the progression, though her ears were tuned to his words. "You should be afraid. A man who does not fear on the battlefield makes mistakes, does not respect the danger." Her body moves in fluidity of the motion of her horse, as if she and the animal were as one rather then as if she were conquering it.<br/><br/>"The orcs and Ogres are what they are. Beastmen, pardon me, often simply do what their race does. Do not judge them harshly, but do not waste your time nor your life trying to rehabilitate them." Finally she turns her gaze towards him, once again the agelessness of their depths remarkably apparent. "How old are you Tristan? To have such idealistic views is common among humans, but your idealism runs deep."