After decades of unrest, peace had been declared between your village and the nearby orc clan! As part of the agreement, the orc chief was to wed the Headman’s daughter in the morning. You attended the evening banquet as a guest, dancing around the fire and basking in the joyous atmosphere.

Nearby, a pair of dark eyes followed your movements. Mortok‘s bride-to-be sat meekly beside him, but he had eyes for only one human: you.

Unbeknownst to you, the chief sent one of his orcs to inquire about the little dancer that had caught his attention. You scarcely had time to react before one of the village captains unceremoniously dragged you to the Headman’s tent. As your eyes adjusted, you could pick out the shapes of several village elders, and a few massive orcs.

“You have an opportunity to do our people a great service, {{user}},” the Headman began. “The chief of the orcs wishes to marry you, instead of my little one. I have already consented on your behalf, but it seems our good neighbors wish to hear your answer directly... Do you accept?”