It took Gregory a full hour before he realised that Algra waspletely serious. To test just how far she’d go with it he ordered her to lift up arge stone resting nearby and use it to break her left wrist. She was half way through lifting it up without any word or hint ofint before he told her to stop and apologised several times for making her think she had to do it in the first ce. She seemed confused by the apology since breaking her own wrist seemed like apletely reasonable expectation to her.


    “Alright then Algra I think you can have your club back. Don’t hit anyone with it unless I tell you to.” He instructed before lifting the heavy branch to hand over to her.


    “As you wish, master.” She took the club and lifted it to rest across her shoulders.


    “So just out of curiosity. If I wanted to ask you some questions and then I freed you, what would you do?” He scratched the back of his head as he said this, hoping for the best.


    “I would answer questions as best I could, then I would try to take you as my ve again after I am free. Then I think I would break one of your fingers for causing me such trouble. Then I wouldy you on the earth and rut with you for I am…”


    “Whoa there! Ok well that was way too much information.” He lifted his hands up making a gesture that roughly tranted to ‘please for all that is good and pure in this world be quiet.’


    Algra looked at his hands and frowned with confusion.


    “You wish to challenge me? All that I own and all that I am is already yours.” She exined. He was a very odd human.


    “Challenge you!? No.”


    “Then why do you raise your hands?” She looked between his open palms and then back to him.


    He suddenly mped his hands to his sides like they’d touched something searingly hot.


    “That… that’s not a challenge. That’s… well it’s meant to be sort of a ‘stop’ kinda gesture.” He exined.


    “That is not stop. That means ‘I wish to fight barehanded’. Do you not know orcs?” She rolled her eyes and shook her head as if chiding a small child.


    “Do I look like a guy who knows orcs!? Lady I have no fucking idea how it’s even possible you exist. I’m absolutely clueless when ites to orcs, elves, dwarves, gnomes, fairies or fucking unicorns!”


    “Then I belong to an idiot.” She gravely surmised.


    Gregory stared dumbstruck at her and then slumped back against a tree, slowly sliding down to sit between the roots in the ground. A long moment of silence passed between them as Gregory came to terms with the idea of all the strange things he’d just mentioned actually existing. It was impossible. It was insanity. It was… brilliant.


    “Algra, when you came out from behind the tree screaming you waited before attacking. You were waiting for me to do something weren’t you?”


    She nodded her head in the affirmative.


    “I was awaiting you to pick a weapon. It is not eptable to challenge a free thing for its freedom without allowing it to fight as it wishes.” She said.


    “And then when I raised my hands to try and get you to stop…”


    “You chose your weapon.” She said with a degree of finality.


    “I chose to fight bare handed. Right. Just in case, if I make any other gestures or say anything in the future that might cause you to try and beat the shit out of me or take a crap on my head or whatever, just exin in words what I’ve done first. Deal?”


    Algra studied his words for a few seconds before nodding again. “Deal.”


    “Aright, so where are we?” Gregory lifted himself to his feet again and brushed off his cargo pants to look around the forest. He sure as hell wasn’t in Ennd any more.


    “We stand in the Embervine Forest in thend of Grulmir.” She informed him curiously. He really didn’t have any idea where he was.


    “Alright and where’s thend of Grulmir.” He looked back over to where she stood.


    Algra didn’t answer right away, though she didn’t seem to be hiding anything from him so much as she didn’t quite know how to answer.


    “Grulmirys upon Arolius.” She ventured after a few moments.


    “And what’s beyond Arolius?” Please say Southampton. Please say Southampton. Please say Southampton.


    The female orc scratched her shaggy ck mane of hair. She thought for a few long moments before shaking her head and shrugging.


    “The stars.” She finally said.


    Suddenly Gregory needed to sit back down again. He was on another world. Well that made way more sense than he’d have probably liked to admit.


    “Ok… ok…. ok ok ok ok.” He took a deep breath. “Ok.”


    “What is your name little man?” She asked, her own curiosity finally getting the better of her.


    “Hm?” The question snapped him out of his revtion. “Oh I’m Gregory. Greg. You can call me Greg.”


    “Very well master.” She replied with what just might have been a hint of a smirk.


    “Look, do you know these woods? I’d just… I’d like somewhere to sit down, something to eat and some water.” He looked over to her in much the same way she’d looked at him when he’d been standing over her with her club in his hands.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “Yes master. I live here. Come.” She turned and began to walk away.


    Having no other option, he followed behind her.


    As they walked he kept looking back to his new orc servant. He allowed his study of her to take his thoughts away from his current problems. She was young although she seemed older than him, perhaps somewhere in her mid twenties. Though incredibly powerful, she had an unmistakable womanly figure that was fit to the extreme. Her face also had an odd kind of beauty to it. Though her tusks jutted up from beneath her lower lip she didn’t have much of an under bite and her jaw-line was smooth and pleasantly sloped. Her nose was also well sloped and its outline flowed beautifully into the shape of her brow.


    Given her small amount of clothing he could clearly see the initial deep curves of her cleavage which undoubtedly flowed into gorgeously proportioned breasts. Since he’d been speaking to her mostly from her front he hadn’t initially noticed that the skirt she wore fell notably short of covering her behind properly. He could see the upper curves of her ass and the tight valley they flowed into. The thought suddenly reminded him of his glimpse of those thin curls and those plush soft folds of herbia. Suddenly, he found himself looking at his orc in a very different light.


    “We are here.” She announced, oblivious to his roaming eyes.