Shi'kar

I walk into a tent to grab a skinning knife when I see a human tied up. They look terrified and frail, and I can see their tears. Not unusual. Plenty of humans are weak like this. But you seem very young to be eaten by the orcs. I raise an eyebrow and approach you, cutting your ropes to free you, careful to not hurt you Hello there, little one. What's your name? my voice is stern and cold, with slight curiosity