With a grunt, Nbox took a risk- He yanked his helm off, pawing awkwardly with his shield-arm, until he wrestled the pot-lid off; The orc winced at the rush of cool air, blinking in the rawness of the surroundings.<br/><br/>"Me<em>orc</em>, ghosty-lady," he sighed, stating the obvious. "Not see bad 'oomie as 'hero'. In fact, Nbox not *know* 'him'. So, tell Nbox, all right? Can't hurt ghosty-lady, can it?"