George
Tanyth Carven, Forest of goreng rad

The mercenary nodded, "Well the Goruk are a fine people, I'm sure." She said calmly, there was little emotion I'm her voice so whether it was sympathy or honest opinion was up in the air. Regardless she looked tired, her eyes trailing out into the snowy night, "I don't think that shifter is gonna show... May have spooked it. I'm gonna get some shut eye, big man, don't go off hunting by yourself." She said sleepily as she laid down, rolling over so her back faced him. She murmured something almost inaubily, though with his heightened hearing, "Be a real shame if you died."

Soon she was out cold, making the soft snoring sounds that sounded more like they ought to be coming from a pretty lady of means... And not a mercenary toting a sword nearly as big as she was.
Esther
Mirian Trunth, Forest of Gorangrad

Mirian had been walking through the forest for what seemed like (and what likely was) days. She didn't know. The constant chatter from her 'companions' made it hard to focus. Her steady gait turned into a weak trudge as she gripped her father's axe tight in her arms. The small, malnourished girl approached the pair, completely unaware of them. Her footsteps disturbed the snow and leaves, making nothing short of a large ruckus. Her dragging feet soon gave out, sending her face first towards the ground as she yelped out.
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, Forest of Gorangrad

The greenskin couldn't help but hear the mumbled words of the mercenary. They felt... Caring... Something he had not felt in years and that started something that he couldn't describe... He felt... Good. The feeling lasted very little as the hunter's nose revealed the presence of an approaching creature.
He quickly put on his robes and strapped his gauntlets on, the spear immediately in his hands. Stern hugged the wall of the cave, letting his nose and ears tell him where the stranger was located.
The yelp and the consequent thud of the fall made him grip tighter onto his weapon. He remained silent before taking a peek from the edge of the rock formation. A girl was laying face down into the snow, an axe in her hand.
Stern growled to himself, his nose did not help him to define possible traces of wolf scent, which made him definitely nervous.
He picked up a pebble from the ground and trew it so it could fall less than a foot away from the body. 

No signs of movement.

The greenskin looked at tanyth, trying to calculate the risks of exiting the cave. In the end, Stern exited the cavern, taking small and steady steps, making sure not to make too much noise.
As he reached the definitely small girl, he growled and kicked her side softly. As he did so, he stepped back and pointed the spear at her, waiting for a response.