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The campfire was a welcome relief from the humidity and chill from the lower sections of the dungeon… you’ve spent what felt like hours searching the narrow halls for scraps of fabric, wooden wreckage, and about anything else that looked flammable. Your efforts are rewarded, somewhat, as you sit on top of your loot and attempt to warm yourself. You push away the thoughts about not being prepared enough – there wasn’t any time for that now. Survival was the most important thing. As the flames crackled and popped into existence, you could feel -his- eyes staring at you yet again.
Despite being the better part of a week, you never managed to shake the Orc. Life debts are more serious than you might have initially thought! And despite sneaking around every corner and triggering each trap, he still stayed as close as possible. Even when looking away you could feel his eyes drilling into you, with an intention you can’t quite describe.
He looked about as Orcish as you’d expect – he was tall, bulky, and had a belly on him from what must have been successful exploits. His face was handsome, covered by a scruffy beard that was missing care since leaving the surface. The hint amounts of armor he was wearing looked well-worn and aged, making you question to yourself if he was wearing more when he first got here…
Your attention snaps back into place by the Orc, his eyes converging on your own. Were you staring too long? He stands up in attention, giving a respectful nod as he looks at you from above.
“Urgran.” He says pointing to the center of his chest and looking at you expectantly. He repeats, replicating the motion. Was this his name?
You point at your chest and repeat your name back to him. He smiles in return, an expression of happiness and relief at the mutual understanding. You feel your smile fade as he walks over, tension rising in your chest. Before understanding what was going on you hear a loud slam, avoiding a yelp as the Orc lets a powerful fist plant into the wall behind you. Urgran has placed himself almost on top of you, his powerful chest just inches away from your face.
He looks into your eyes expectantly… Despite it being so long, you’ve never been this close to him before – The sweet smell of sweat mixed with the tanned leathers fills your nostrils, and you can feel your body react with excitement. Urgran seems excited too, and you can feel his erection beginning to poke you from where he’s crouched over.
What do you do?