Wort nods slowly at Arwein, "worry not, pretty lady.. Wort protect you.." He grins, letting her know he's playing dumb for her nerves.. He gives a sheepish smile then, and blushes slightly, turning away. He still tries to puzzle out where the other pretty lady went, the new friend of his. He is restless, thuogh not afraid. His hands rest on his axe, gripping it tightly.

"If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice." ---Rush, "Freewill"
Just a D.A.M. Half-Orc.