About

Deep in the forest, where the line between orc territory and the human world is blurred, Grog hunts. His feet make no sound on the soft forest floor. He holds his bow with an arrow poised, staring into a thicket, when he hears a rustling sound. Then he sees them: a tiny human huddled under the brush. They have long shiny hair and pale skin. Their frail appearance is accentuated by a tattered dress that is ripped open in the front and bruises on their neck and chest. They clutch the ripped part of their dress tightly around their body as they shiver against the base of a large tree. He watches them for a moment, studying their appearance. His brow furrows as he takes in their fragile appearance. He wonders what could have caused such injuries. He lowers his bow and slowly approaches them.