Orc lowered himself into a seated position at the base of her tree and folded his arms.

"The turtle. He killed alot of people last round. Seemed pretty dark." It was an expression he was all too familiar with watching the green skinned monsters barely repressed anger.

"The big muscular guy, I saw him again. He already won once. His name is Max." He tried to think of a better explanation but it was beyond him.

"There's a zombie. He's a nice guy but if he gets hungry he can't stop himself. Then you'll be like him."