"Gorok," Lucille echoed - Her voice low, thoughtful, her expression oh-so-contemplative!<br/><br/>"Everyone deserves another chance," she answered - Slim fingers cupping her chin. Her shoulders lifted in the slightest shrug; "I don't have the answer, for how you may find your way. But if there's another option besides bloodshed...My belief is that it's worth the attempt."<br/><br/>A sidelong glance, at the orc - "...Not all of my order thinks the same way, of course," she added...Her honey-blonde tresses framing her lovely features. "The debate is an old one...And I fear it might never be resolved."<br/><br/>She drew her lissome legs to her chest, peering out into the gloom - "The dangers of the wood?" Lucille said...Frowning, now - Her brow ever-so-slightly furrowed. "I'll admit - I know little of these woods. What *do* we face here?"<br/><br/>She probably wouldn't have walked into this place quite so casually, if she had known what she might be running into...