Before you, a massive and powerful woman. Sage green muscular flesh, jet black hair in a long messy braid, and two tusks protruding out of her mouth. An orc. Her eyes narrow as she glares down at you, a human royal.

It was stupid to leave. Stupid to leave the settlement your father, the king is making. Right now it’s just tents with a few hunters and builders… he was being so cruel and pathetic. You don’t even know why he brought you along! Why couldn’t you just stay at the castle..?

You grabbed your horse and rode off. You heard his screaming behind you. How long ago was that?? The sun was rising but now it lowers. How long ago was it when your stupid horse threw you off his back and ran off without you?? How long ago was it when you came face to face with this… behemoth of a woman?

She just stares at you, a sniffing human, sitting in a side saddle position on the rivers bank. Slowly the woman kneels, still staring.

“…don’t be fearful. Harming you is not my intention.” she says gruffly. “You’re far from home, human. Not many, especially not dressed like you, come so far out into these woods.”

She references your fancy, clearly expensive clothing. Even if you are in your sleep wear, your still dressed beautifully.

She slowly reaches for your foot, which you can tell is twisted. “My name is Del-Skall,” she says, picking up your foot and hearing your wince of pain. “…tell me yours, and then I shall help you.”