Another serving-wench moved among the crowd.  The orc looked at her, saw she had a slightly swelling belly.  She stopped next to him, turned toward another cutomer, a rowdy human.  Looking at the wench's face, he recognized her.<br/><br/>It had been a night three months ago.  The girl had been on her way home when the orc had happened onto her.  At the sight of the orc ten feet away, coming from behind a bush, the girl had stopped.  She hadn't tried to run.  She had stood still, and the orc had grasped her arm, leading her into the bush.  She had gone without a struggle.  The orc had laid her down, not even taking off her skirt, just lifting it up, moving her underclothes out of his way.  She had been quiet, muffling her screams, and in a few minutes, it had been over...