A little of column B

Truly done with Declan Sly moved to study the anomaly of the group. The only one there who, apparently, wasn't thinking about ****. The orcish girl was just a bit under his height and had the raw, burned out look he'd seen from runaways who had spent to long on the street. A creature of underfed, whip thin, muscle. It looked like it was taking every ounce of self preservation she had not to bolt.

(Lara the Exile, Bandit lvl. 1, Cook lvl. 2. Half-orc. Scared shit-less. Kill count 0.)

~Thank fuck someone's hands are clean. Oh and she's got big brown puppy-dog eyes.~

"Lara, how did you come to join these vile folk? Speak your full truth." He added the command to ensure he got a real answer before letting himself make the decision he already wanted to make.

"I couldn't survive on my own m'lord. I hadn't done any real wrong, just a stupid boy said a put a hex on him when his papa caught him skippin' work to umm... Be intimate w'me." She trailed of into a barely audible whisper at the end then suddenly some fire came back into her eyes. When she spoke again the bashfulness was buried down deep. "We hadn't even got past hands! No real sinnin' at all. An' he was courtin' me proper. Or I thought he was. The the old priest said he knew I'd be up to somethin' dark eventually an' they ran me off. I had to leave Mamma's, my, tavern behind!" All the fire in the world couldn't stop tears at that point.

Murmurs spread through the humans and the wolf-woman barked out a laugh at Lara's plight. Disdain coloring her voice. "Useless! Weak-blooded cun... Hrglk!"

Sly wasn't feeling very forgiving and his wolves followed his desire with just a twitch of his hand. The pack father snatched her throat in his jaws and silenced the outburst in a bloody spray. Not looking at the grisly display any longer than necessary Sly took Lara by the hand and lifted her to her feet. Rising up she pushed her wild brunette hair out of her face and almost swooned once face to face with Sly. He immediately clamped down his cloud of lust chemicals, remembering that this was a thing he could and should do.

"I. Um... could do with a cook. If you so choose." Sly managed to course correct.

"Yes m'lord!"