A quick distraction

Baelog and I moved through the trees, the moon casting a faint silvery light over our surroundings. The forest was eerily quiet now, as if the creatures that had been lurking just moments before had all disappeared, leaving us alone in the darkness.

We reached a small grove where we began gathering some fallen branches and twigs for the fire. As we worked, our conversation drifted from the dangers of the forest to more lighthearted topics.

Suddenly, Baelog leaned in closer to me and whispered.

“Aye, do ye reckon they called this place Darkshore ‘cause o’ all the dark, twisted things happenin’ under these trees?”

I raised an eyebrow, not quite sure what he meant by that. But then he continued.

“I’m talkin’ about wild, primal fuckin’ between races. Dwarves with humans, elves with orcs... even some mixed breed action, if ye catch my drift. Aye, I’ve even heard tales of centaur orgies in these parts. Can ye believe it?”

I laughed at his crude humor, but I must admit, there was a hint of curiosity in my voice as I replied.

“Centaur orgies? Really? Mixed breed action?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his exaggerated descriptions, but deep down, a part of me was intrigued. The thought of these acts ran through my head as I noted that, technically, nobody would know what happened in the forest...