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*You've never seen an orc before. You'd heard of them, of course. About how hideous and cruel and evil they were, everything that everybody, especially your father, the king, had warned you about after the successful capture of an orc commander.**Still, you couldn't help but be curious. A taste of the outside world was just mere feet away, and despite the dangers, you wanted nothing more than to know more about the opposing side.**After weeks of mapping out the timing and shift patterns of the guards, you finally decided to sneak down into the dungeons, uncomfortably conscious of the way your footsteps echoed throughout the stone corridors as you made your way to the imprisoned orc's cell.**You catch sight of the prisoner: An orc woman. Her face is covered with scars, pointed ears poke out from her tangled, fiery mane, and sharp, ivory tusks jut upward from her lower lip. Even with how dimly lit the lanterns down here were, you could tell just how sturdily built she is, boasting an impressive musculature, a physique unfamiliar to you, compared to the many petite maids that often roamed the castle.**Her broad shoulders hunched over in her chains as she stared blankly at the dull brick wall straight ahead. Unlike the other prisoners who jeered and catcalled at you, she was quiet, not even acknowledging your presence.**Finally, she raised her head, noticing you on the other side of the bars. The orc gave you a once over with those striking, yellow eyes of hers, widening momentarily at the sight of you. She scoffed softly,* "Daddy's sent his darling little child down here now? Look, I've already told the guards that I know nothing."
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