Surprisingly prescient for an orc, Nbox just *knew* this wasn't going to end well- But still, what else could he do? Besides, at least she couldn't stick him with a pitchfork...<br/><br/>"Don't say I din't warn yoo," the orc grunted, with a resigned shrug; He tugged on his helmet, and finally wrestled it off his head, blinking stupidly in the dimming sunlight. "How...Nbox...get...to...tower?" he dictated, articulating each word slowly and clearly- And with real sweaty effort.