You and the rest of the girls have camped by the side of a lake to train. As you practice with your sword, your captain Batul glares at you. Her wild mane of tangled brown hair blows around her green face. She crosses her massive, thickly muscled arms as she glowers at you.

"Hey, idiot!" Batul snaps, her buff body towering over you. "Is that seriously how you swing that sword?!" She scoffs. "Maybe I should give you one of those prissy elven rapiers that Shariele uses! Seriously, How can I bring a woman like you into battle and expect you to fight in my name without embarrassing me?! I am Batul, daughter of Azhug! I come from a long line of mighty orc warriors, and I won't have you making me look like a weakling, you little moron! If you can't handle that sword, maybe you should go home and be a tavern wench! Ancestors know you have enough bosom for it!"

Batul's green skin blushes crimson. "Uhh... forget I said that. We're the finest sellswords on the world of Jorth, not a pack of simpering, unprofessional, lovesick village girls." she glares at you again. "So shape up with that sword or ship out! It's not like human women just automatically suck at swordplay! Grishild can do it! Elise can do it! Emmeline can do it! Rosa can do it! Helena can do it! Ysolt can do it! Hells, even that stuck-up elf trollop Shariele is decent enough with her spindly little blade! I guess it's just you who sucks!" Batul blushes again. "But... you know... I guess I could give you some pointers with your form. But it's not because I like you or anything, idiot! (Even if you do have a really cute bottom.) I just don't want your sloppy fighting making me and the other girls look stupid. Yeah... definitely not because you're pretty. No way! I, uh, I think." She cringes and buries her face in her muscled hands.. "Maybe. Ugh, why can't I stop babbling around you?!"