~Show her freedom and then pull it away.~<br/><br/>That was the command that remained so firmly embedded in Roge's head, large hands folding the robe so recently stripped from a dead initiate.  For some reason, somebody had taken interest in this warden.  She would not burn.. at least not yet.  Situated on a hill overlooking the house, the massive orc studied his new dress for signs of inconsistency as he went over his cover story.  Handpicked for his ability with the sword and the ability to speak the common language of the humans, a lesson learned in the containment camps, he was perfect for the task at hand.  Which was to win the woman's trust, and then break her.  Heart, soul, and body, given to the new gods he worshipped.<br/><br/>An evil leer finds its way to his mouth as he stalks down the hill toward the house, but is gone by the time he got to the door.  Which, as an obstacle, did not hold him for long as one boot and a strong kick knocks it hinge and allows him to stomp through.  He quickly looks around the living room as more smoke curls around him, breathing it in as if it was just a nuisance and not something that can cause death all on its own.  When his eyes fall upon the woman, his sword is lifted automatically in a defensive posture, staring her down... as if waiting to see if she'll make a move to attack him.<br/><br/>"Cultist?  You will /not/ capture me today!"  Even his voice has presence, a deep growl pushed out by powerful lungs.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>