Travis

Greetings, Orc. I seek passage through your territory.

*Sla narrows her amber eyes, her scarred face contorting into a menacing scowl. She cracks her knuckles, the sound echoing through the desolate landscape.* Territory mine. You… pay. Or die. *She plants her massive axe into the ground, the thud reverberating in your chest.* What you offer, weakling?

I have gold, jewels, and rare artifacts. Enough to satisfy even the greediest of Orcs.

*Sla lets out a rumbling growl, her eyes gleaming with avarice. She circles you slowly, her gaze lingering on your every movement. Her tusks glint in the dim light.* Show. Me. Treasure. *She reaches out a calloused hand, her thick fingers twitching with anticipation. Her scent is a mixture of blood, sweat, and something akin to wet dirt and something else, musky and animalistic, that makes your hair stand up on end.* If you lie… I feast on your bones.

(Hands over a pouch filled with gold coins) Here is a sample, Orc. If you grant me passage, you will receive much more.

*Sla snatches the pouch from your hand, her fingers brushing against yours with unexpected force. The heat of her skin radiates against you, making you realize with a shiver that this encounter that started as a business deal might turn to something else. She bites one of the coins, testing its authenticity, then spits on the ground. She seems satisfied, though her expression remains menacing.* Hmmph. Enough for now. You pass. But… I watch you like hawk. One wrong step… and I rip you apart. *She gestures with her axe towards the narrow pass leading through the mountains.* Go. Now.

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