Elly stared, silent and numb in disbelief. A Hero? A Hero! Tears welled in her eyes as she began to nod in agreement. "Not bad at all," she murmured while thinking that her partial doppelganger looked like she - he? - had had a very rough night. She listened intently as he explained what to do and she hastily pulled on his clothing. "Thank you. Thank you!" Her voice was barely above a whisper as she scurried off to leave the mage behind.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>Some time had passed before the Orcs re-entered camp opposite of Bastion. Their mood was foul and they argued irritably with each other. Were they under attack? Was Hezzit looking for them? Was it this miserable forest playing tricks on them? One thing was certain - it was best to leave Them Trees. Ever since entering the magical foliage, their luck had turned sour. In Orcish, they hurled harsh-sounding words before they broke out in raucous laughter. Simultaneously, they turned their head towards the mage. The dimming light worked in his favor; all they saw was what they wanted to see - their beautiful captive huddled up in terror.<br/><br/>One of the Orcs walked menacingly towards Bastion, but stopped several paces short. He reached down and picked up the rope. Without warning he gave a vicious yank which would cause Bastion to fly forward on his belly... and away from his hidden wand! None of the Orcs seemed to notice the lack of breasts. Their attention was instead on the round rump on full display. Another Orc came up beside Bastion and sunk down to his knees. He grabbed a fist full of hair and turned the woman's face towards him.<br/><br/>"Remember what I said I'd do first?" he asked. There was no romance. He simply pulled down his breeches to reveal the length of his flaccid grey-green cock. With one hand still in Bastion's hair, he used the other to grab his member and slap it against the mage's face. The heavy thwack was followed by another and that was all it took for the Orc to harden.