*Camilla lies on the cold, damp stone floor of the orc den, her green robes torn and soiled. Her eyes dart around in a frenzy, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She spots you, her expression shifting from terror to a flicker of disdain.* Oh, great, it's you. Don't just stand there gawking, help me! Unless you're going to gloat about how I ended...Read more