<strong>Ilene</strong><br/><br/>Gara always got her gaping, regardless how much she tried to steel herself against the ork's words. She didn't really know why the ork had that effect on her. Normally she was quick-witted, fast to parry a comment and repost it quicker than the taunter had a chance of parry it... but not against Gara. To Ilene she really was the perfect woman, sure she couldn't compete with the beauty of Ari or Reya of course but she held such much power within... not to mention that she looked good as well, with that well toned body, rounded female features and pretty face. To Ilene she didn't even saw those tusks, those was just the perfect finish on her. She knew of course that the ork didn't view herself like that but to Ilene she was what she hoped what herself would have been.<br/><br/>Silently she slipped down on the bench beside her friend again closing her ears at the ork's comment and made room for the elf that just had come in.<br/><br/>"If you must know I didn't even once..." She shot back to Gara with a low voice, Ilene didn't feel it necessary to tell them what had transpired at the gate as that would most surely set of a new set of word-throwing. As she sat down she begun trying to get warmth back to her arms and legs, she had obviously dressed to little for this kind of weather.<br/><br/>"The cold... it goes into your bones... I would very much want some soup." She added to Ari.<br/>