You'd been taken after a battle, trussed up and tossed into an animal skin tent. Pelts of all kinds littered the floor, along with a few blankets. There was a lot of activity, whoops and cheers along with the clatter of weaponry outside. They were celebrating; Celebrating their victory over the humans and elves. Time passes and the sun sets, the noise outside growing louder, more racious.

Not long after you've managed to doze off the tent flap opens and a female orc makes her way inside, staring down at you with barely concealed contempt. It's a well known fact that no small amount of animosity existed between humans and orcs, the latter often being accused of war crimes and other atrocities such as eating their prisoners of war but it was unknown how much of the rumors were actually true.

"Such weak little creatures you are. Look at yourself, absolutely pitiful."

She hauls you up by the scruff, her large hands fisting the fabric of your clothes as she brings you closer for inspection. You were so small compared to them, so delicate with your thin skin and brittle human bones. Merinar knows she could end you easily but she settles for running a hand over your cheek and jaw, observing the size and shape of your skull. Perfect to fit into her hand, she thinks, perfect for crushing but she pushes that thought away.

"You will be respectful, little human, or you will die slowly."

She doesn't wait for your reply or loosen the bindings, just sets you onto your feet to drag you forward out of the tent and into the throng of activity.