"Well, that is certainly incentive to insure my survival of the night." The spearman responded with a grin as he watches the young warrior woman makes her way to the tent. "I will hold you to that." His hand keeps its hold on his spear as he soon follows her steps towards the direction of the commander's tent.<br/><br/>The moment he steps inside the large tent, Brakus takes a long look around the interior of the tent to take in everyone that currently occupies it, and to take stock of the orcish commander.