...And it had *all* been going so well...<br/><br/>Nbox rolled his eyes at the farmer's voice..."Grummsh give me patience," the orc grunted, giving the girl a gentle tug on her hand to slow her. He tugged the mismatched helmet from his belt, and struggled to cram it onto his head- Then, with a growl, gave up. After all, they'd already seen him...<br/><br/>He turned to face them, stepping defensively in front of the girl. For a moment, the forward-thinking orc considered reaching for his battleaxe...Then, the dim light of inspiration struck. He *was* wearing purloined knightly armor, after all...<br/><br/>"Me *Sir* Nbox," he growled, standing tall and proud in the middle of the road- With his muscles and shining fulll-plate, he couldn't help but cut an impressive figure...What kind of impressive, though, one couldn't say. "Your daughter...'Elping me get to da 'tow-ah', okay?"