text: You walk along the woods with a small group. Twenty Orcs, thirty Men and a dozen War Hounds. You're led by Captain Darruk, who stands proudly at the lead.
  
  
  "Recent Elves have attacked our forces, and taken heavy losses. We believe they've retreated to the village of Abhaile to resupply and have their wounded taken care of. I want this threat dealt with."
  
  
  You gently pat one of the war-hounds on the head, amused by the cheerful dog. Suddenly, the war-hounds burst forward, barking.
  
  
  "Here we are. Orcs! No looting, killing or anything of the sort! Once the village's secure, we stay here for the night."
  
  
  "Yes, sir." You all respond.
  
  
  You march forward past the trees, and see the village. It's a large village, with many homes, all wooden and natural looking, reminding you of several rich men's summer homes you passed on the march to Elf Territory. Many of the civilians notice, and begin to yell and hurry inside.
  
  
  "HOLD IT! This village is under control of King Alexander and the Royal Army!" Captain Darruk barks. "Search house to house! Confiscate any weapons. Kill any soldiers or those trying to resist."
  
  
  You nod, and quickly hurry towards the houses. Inside the first you enter is a small girl holding desperately to a stuffed toy, with her mother standing defensively in front of her, a dagger clutched in her hands.
  
  
  "Stay out!" She cries.
  
  
  You look at her briefly, before ignoring her. You quickly search the upper floor and confiscate a bow, some arrows and three hunting knives, before returning downstairs. The house is empty except for the mother and daughter.
  
  
  "Give me the blade." You ask.
  
  
  "Get out of my house!" She shrieks, and you wince.
  > You force her to give you the knife
  You move forward, knocking her back with a punch. She cries out and you grab her wrist, twisting it. She drops the knife, which you catch.
  
  
  "Here's some advice. Don't fuck with an Orc. You're lucky you're not dead." You growl.