<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=3468.msg115576#msg115576">Quote from: Amberghylles on 06-01-2006, 15:50:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The orc moved closer, reaching out to lay his leathery hand upon the swell of her belly.  "I will come," he told her, "I will see that the youngling's birth is easy and take my child when I go.  The spirits will guide me to you when the time is right."<br/><br/>Then his hand moved up, sliding along to stroke one of her swollen breasts.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The young barmaid shied away.  "Not...not again."  She looked fearfully at the orc.  Though the light in the cellar was fickle, it was still quite a bit better than it had been when that encounter had taken place in the bushes that night before.  "The...the herbalist said I should...get rid of it.  She said it will hurt me to have it."  As she moved back, she found herself stopped by a stack of wine-casks.