"You have my gratitiude, Sleeth of Valerin, was it?" It takes a special kind of person to pick up an armed Orc in the middle of nowhere when asking for help. It made him curious to know more of Sleeth. Kharloz took the man's hand and awkwardly climbed onto the horse's back. He hadn't been on a horse for years but could still remember the pain in his crotch from that bumpy ride like it was yesterday. "You mentioned heading for a port? Would that happen be Portsmouth in Morcrest?"