The bear traveled through the plain of tall grass.    So tall it hid both  herself and the bear.   In counter to being hidden.   Tamara could not see far,  through the blades of grass.    Nor could the bear.   For he would at times pause and sniff the air.  As if looking for something.   Then suddenly change direction.  As it would seem that he had picked up the scent of what ever he was looking for.<br/><br/>Shortly  the tall blades of grass would give way.   For a clearing had been hacked away.    A group of warriors are around a campfire.   One figure though catches the runaway slave   attention.   That is the giant amongst the others.   He had to be at least eight feet tall or more.   He stood up,  adorn in fine plate mail armor.    He would approach greet the bear, who  seemed to be his pet.    He introduce himself,  as Gra'ak.   Asking her name in return.    For a long moment,  the human female sat astride Sunder.   Her look fearful as she looked at Gra'ak.   Her eyes not meeting his, as they cast downward in subservient manner.<br/><br/>'He is a half-orc',  Tamara thinks.    She had been captured again.   Outwitted as no doubt the bird and bear named Sunder had been sent to fetch her cunningly.        Swinging her left leg to the right.   She slide down off the bear and stand before the large Gra'ak.   But does not remain standing,  as she quickly slides to her knees and prostrates herself before him at his feet.<br/><br/><em>"I am Tamara, lord."</em><br/><br/>Actions speak volumes to Gra'ak.   She is a slave,   a runaway or lost slave.   An if her actions did not speak such.  Then the brand that had been seared into flesh from a hot iron.   The crude glyph of the orc tribes near by.     Would proclaim her slave, a breeding slave.