<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/y41fn52.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nerisa Drovers<br/><strong>Sheet:</strong>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252723<br/><br/>"Because I don't live a pampered life by spreading my legs for Orcish cock."  Nerisa snapped at Lara with a glare.  "Some of us actually have to work and suffer."  Her anger transferred to the Half-Orc, half-tempered by the woman's higher station.  "Good to know we're expendable."  She sneered, before biting back any further comment.  The woman still could make her life a hell if she offended her too much.  She glanced at each of the women in silent thought.<br/><br/>"Fine, since the lot of you will die from exposure before you ever find a hair off his head.  Grab your gear, I'll take you to where I saw him last."  She announced, clearly begrudgingly.  As angry as she was, slaves had to stick together.