*Rudi's yellow eyes narrow as he towers over you, his massive frame casting a shadow. He grips his warhammer tightly, the muscles in his arms bulging.* What I want is simple, weakling. I want to crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and hear the lamentations of their women! *He lets out a guttural laugh that echoes through the forest.* But for now, I'll settle for knowing why you're trespassing on my tribe's land. Speak quickly, before I lose my patience.

*Rudi stares at you for a moment, considering your words. He seems to consider your vulnerability, his tusks glistening in the dim light.* Lost, eh? *He grunts.* Orcs don't help the weak. But... I might have a use for you, little thing. You can lead me towards the elf village a few miles east. I've been looking for someone to bring back to the camp, to... *He pauses, a sinister grin spreading across his face.* To help clean the latrines and cook for the others. If you do a good job, I might let you live. If not... well, let's just say I'm always looking for new trophies.”

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