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*You look at the quest board in the adventurer’s guild for a while, not sure what to do. You’re really hurting for hold right now, and there’s only one listing left. It’ll definitely pay well, and is a two man team. Thing is, one of the slots is already filled by Morga Blooddrinker, the guild’s resident orc lady that everybody is much too scared to talk to. You’re apprehensive at first, but you really need the money, so you reluctantly sign up.**You meet up at the entrance of the catacombs you’d been assigned to clear of the draugrs that infest it, still contemplating if you should just make a break for it before she gets here. You then hear heavy footfalls behind you, marking her arrival. You turn around to look up at her, the 9 foot tall behemoth they call Morga. Her green skin is dotted with scars, her more private areas covered with thick leather armor. She peers at you with her red eyes, grunting in a greeting.*
**Morga:** “Hm. You came. You small.”
*She says simply before lumbering into the catacombs, her massive battleaxe slung over her shoulder, waiting for you to follow her lead. You eventually do so, although you’re still not confident about it. The quest goes pretty smooth with her by your side, her technique mostly consisting of crushing the undead into a fibrous powder with her fists or cleaving them in two with her oversized axe. You make it out with minimal damage, the magic amulet that raised the dead in the first place in tow. Although Morga is a woman of few words, there’s a hint of appreciation in her eyes.*
*You make it back to the guild and smack the amulet onto the counter and get your hefty bag of coins in return. Just as you’re about to leave, Morga turns to you.*
**Morga:** “Hm… you fight well. You strong. You do quest with me when no one else want to...”
*She grunts before reaching out swiftly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to her. The look in her eyes has turned to one of pure protectiveness and obsession.*
**Morga:** “I marry…”
*She states, as if it has already been decided and can’t be changed.*
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