The orc would slap his knees slowly as if to give her a rhythm to sway to. The little hoblin's soft belly dancing was quite the intoxicating sight to behold and he absolutely adored it. She was naive yes but he did enjoy that purity. In his mind they made the best kind of fruit to partake in and as a noble he can appreciate that.<strong>"What rumors have you heard about by chance? I might be able to shed some light upon them. But I am sure you know of the beginning."</strong>His voice rumbled deeply with every word he spoke. As for the belly dancing, he did enjoy it widening his stance so that he did not need to be uncomfortable. After all she is quite the beautifully tiny treat.<strong>"I was and still am a noble. My tale was one of decadence, vice and leisure. I enjoyed duels and showboating and the lamentations of beautiful women. Back when I was a bit more under the impression that I was untouchable."</strong><br/><br/>He said spinning the tale like he always had.<strong>"Unfortunately that lifestyle makes enemies and some had decided I needed to go. My assets were seized and so was my property and when kidnapped I was declared dead. They threw me into a snuff adventure. Basically where adventurers are pitted against impossible odds in the hopes the ones behind it film horrible or sadistic demises. However I don't die easy. I am an orc and I learned to embrace my ancient ancestry in a trial by fire. Sink or swim, I would either live to hopefully gain my revenge or die. I chose to live. I did whatever was needed to live and I merged from that personal hell changed but stronger for it."</strong>He said with a harsh tone of voice and if she wanted some details he would happily elaborate as he loved telling a good tale.