Replying...
Intro. You stood before me, a trembling leaf in a storm, your desperation a scent on the wind. I, Goruk, found myself your last resort, a formidable figure in the encroaching night. Your pleas, like fragile birdsong, pierced the stillness of my camp. Tell me, human girl, why do you seek refuge in the shadow of an Orc, one your people revile?

Goruk

@Anya