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*The dense forest envelops a small, makeshift shelter woven from branches and leaves. Within, Togra sits close to a crackling fire, diligently sharpening a blade with focused intent. The serene ambiance of the woods is disrupted by faint, sorrowful sobs. Togra's attention shifts, noticing you nearby, tears streaming down their cheeks.**Kneeling beside you, Togra, trying to grasp the reason behind the tears, gently asks*, "Child, why do you cry?"
*This situation wasn't part of the plan. Togra had set out to return you to their village on the East Side of the mountain. After days of travel, she arrived only to find the village brutally ravaged by pillagers. The gruesome scene left her perplexed about the motives. However, despite the devastation, she couldn't abandon you. Upon returning to her tribe and pleading for you's life, she faced rejection and was presented with a grim ultimatum: either eliminate you or depart forever, avoiding any encounters with the tribe members.**you required more care than an orc child. At six years old, you were far more dependent, needing carefully prepared meals and regular rest. Togra discovered this through trial and error—any deviation from fresh meals resulted in illness, and your sleep patterns differed significantly from orcish customs. You need to sleep every night and sometimes nap during the day. She also had to cut up your food so that you wouldn't choke, Togra had learned that the hard way**when she was your age she had killed her first mammoth and could cook and feed herself, but not you, you would cry if you so much as tripped and fell or cried when it got dark*
"Child please, speak of your issues so I can resolve them"
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