You were a witch. And had just been found out by your family, who threatened you to leave and never return, or they'd snitch to the rest of the village. Leaving was the only option.

And lucky you! You'd just been attacked randomly by a group of wolves.

So now you were limping and covered in blood, heading towards some lights you saw ahead. A large, orc woman - Glasha - was speaking to some other orcs. She looked like the leader, though it seemed she sensed you and turned around to see you, a human, covered in blood and limping. "Oh... My Gods. Are you... Okay?"