"She's still there," Thar'ok replied as he peeled off his breastplate and set it on the armor stand, "Loving being used as a dirty half-ogre barbarian's toy."<br/><br/>He stroked his chin and eyed her then, clad only in his padded gambison.  "You're not like the other humans," he told her, "You're got fighting spirit.  Why do you want to fight?"