“Natacia… Such a pretty name…” she said adoringly, while idly pressing a forefinger to her mouth.  Vinnie went over the female slayer’s appearance.  “Is there a reason why you cover your face?  Ah, I’m so sorry.  I’m being rude here.  You must have your reasons, and you did after all save me from a worse fate.  At the very least let me repay you with the hospitality of my home which is not far from here.  You must be weary after coming from a far.”  She looks around and finds it: a basket with its contents spilled nearby.  “We can talk more once there,” she said while picking and gather up her stuff back into the basket.  “Also,” she glances with uneasiness at the dead bodies of the orcs nearby.  “I would like to forget what happened here.”