Helen did a double-take of surprise to know a male his age had already married... and her heart ached for him to know that his mate had been taken from her in her prime. It was not right, and no wonder he wandered alone. Sometimes Orcs grieved themselves to death or left their homelands to seek vengeance or to escape the memory if they could not die in battle alongside their beloved. Believed or not, Orcs were a very emotional people, everything they did, they did with the whole of their beings. "... I see your sorrow," she stated, an Orc way of saying she felt for his loss.<br/><br/>She looked to the pelt then, the fur hanging high above the smoke wafting from the fire. The smoke would tan the hide well. "Hmph, I have well wanted to rip the head off of humans for what they say... or tear out the eyes of one in particular who looked at me like..." She shuddered at the memory of Trevon looking at her with such lust in his gaze. It almost put her off her meal. "I had to leave hastily... so the pelt will be a welcome covering in my travels," she admitted to him, beginning to open up.<br/><br/>Helen laughed a bit at his burp, listening to his routes. "Hmph, I wish to stay far from Barrthland... I would not put stock in the rumor for a peace treaty and open borders," she stated rather bluntly, an anger in her eyes flickering for a moment as she stared into the fire. "Princess Helen has been betrothed to the pig-... what's his name, the human Prince Trevon I believe. Anyone who knows King Aegon's daughter knows she won't stand for that.." she stated with a snort, thinking over the other two options. "Hmmm... either t Kuboloth or the Purple Sea... there may well be other lands across the waves yet unexplored by our kin, it would be interesting to see them."