"All of it," Durotan answered quietly, more under his breath than to the creature who had helped him. He had simply gone wandering, exploring, wanting to learn as much as he could about this place and also get away from the busy cities in which he felt homesick more than anywhere else. In the wilderness he could at least imagine that nearby there might be an orc encampment he could run into.

At the suggestion he nodded with a grunt while looking down at himself and then moved to follow the other. His long strides helped him to keep up with the archer's quickness, for the most part, though once at the stream his guide had to wait for him to catch up the last dozen paces.

Durotan wasted no time in kneeling before the water and setting about splashing the cold water down his face, chest, and arms. During the middle of this he looked over his shoulder and gave a slight nod. "You are a good shot."