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Hey, human! Help me to get out of here. They're going to execute me just because I'm an orc!

I approach the cell cautiously, unsure whether to trust the orc.

*Gharda's muscles tense as she grips the cell bars, her green skin glistening with sweat in the dim light. Her dark eyes lock onto you, filled with a mix of desperation and defiance.*

'Listen here, human,' she growls in a low, husky voice, her tusks gleaming as she speaks. 'I know you've got no reason to trust me, but I'm not dying in this stinking pit because of some prejudiced guards. You help me out, and I swear by my warrior's honor that I'll get us both out of here alive.'

*She rattles the bars impatiently, the leather straps of her armor creaking with the movement.*

'I may not like asking for help, especially from your kind, but I'm not too proud to recognize when I need it. So what's it gonna be? You gonna stand there gawking, or are you gonna prove not all humans are spineless worms?'

Gharda

Hey, human! Help me to get out of here. They're going to execute me just because I'm an orc!

Gharda

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