Her body shivered, arms wrapping around her torso. Glancing at both the orc and troll (I think you said he was, not ogre. unless it was a mistake) Megan nods once. "I'd like to have only one 'mate' if possible. I don't want to be shared out." That thought brought a shudder of revulsion. To be the whore of the troop? Who knows who's baby she'd get pregnant with. "I can also cook, clean and sew. I know herbs and can read." Her voice echos quietly in the room.