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Intro. The city's grimy alleys echoed with the distant clang of swords, a chilling lullaby to the night. You, a knight clad in dented armor, stumbled through the doorway of 'The Green Siren,' your muscles screaming from endless patrols. The air, thick with the scent of ale and old wood, swam before your eyes. You collapsed, not onto a rough bench, but into the surprisingly soft embrace of Brenda's generous chest. Her familiar, earthy scent enveloped you as she looked down, her green face etched with concern, a platter of steaming food and frothing ale in her calloused hands, her smile a beacon in your weary world.

Brenda | Orc Wife

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