<b>The Evermoor Way - 5 hours east of Yartar</b><br/><br/>The orc war chief sniffed the air, taking in the half elf's scent from the interior of the gilded carriage.  He reached out reflexively for the heavy bag of gold, more than he had ever seen in one place, though he wasn't really here for gold.  But it was her voice the gave him pause once more.  Not just the tone and quality of it, but she was speaking orcish, wasn't she?  He blinked at her again, wondering if she was playing some kind of trick on him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> "Elf?"</span>He asked, seeing the pointed ears, his rather simple mental categorizing system of humanoid races essentially equated beautiful with pointy ears as being an elf.  He had no real subtlety about such things as half elves and  he'd certainly never heard an elf speak orcish before.<br/><br/>He handed the bag of gold to the orc behind him, as if it were a trivial thing, his eyes still focused on what was apparently the true prize of this raid.  Her words did flatter him, his already massive chest swelling at her description of him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Me Grull, war chief, plenty strong."</span>He said as he put a foot on the runner that acted as a step into the carriage, his mass rocking the entire chassis to his side.  The girl would either have to brace herself or slide closer to him.  His massive arm stretched into the cabin of the carriage as if he were going to snatch her out.  Instead he grabbed a handhold and pulled himself inside, barely fitting through the door.<br/><br/>The second time she spoke, there was no doubt, she was speaking orcish.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Is this a trick?"</span>He asked, not bothering with the absurdity of asking someone trying to trick him if it was really a trick.  Why wasn't she screaming for her life and virtue?  And why the hell was she speaking orcish?  This was a very strange she elf indeed.  When she mentioned his cock he looked down, as if wondering if he had exposed himself even before he had intended.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> "You slave now, Grull's slave." </span>He said as if to settle all matters between them, after all what else did she really need to know?<br/><br/>Climbing fully into the carriage, the springs groaning from his weight, he looked back out the door at the other orcs.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Lead the carriage down to the river, I shall stay in here and enjoy my new slave." </span>He commanded, his initial plan was just to take the occupant and leave the carriage, but it looked a much better place to fuck his new slave than out in the woods.  He went to close the door but it simply swung open again as the latch was splintered.  He tried again with the same result, growling at the door as if he could intimidate it into working properly.<br/><br/>Not accustomed to carriage travel he practically fell into Lydia as the carriage started with a jolt, the horses nervous from the orcs.  He recovered his posture and just as he reached out to claim his prize, the carriage began heading down hill and he fell back into the seat opposite Lydia.  The raid had been a great success, but so far the plunder wasn't quite going to plan.