Hunk and his entourage

Hilda stops as she spies a magnificent white horse coming towards her. Her heart stops as she sees her crush, Hunk, atop it. He was the Baron of a neighboring land and a well-known bachelor.

Beside him were his followers. Piahla, his elven mentor. Shanks, his orc bodyguard. Rolga, his dwarven smith. Jealousy ate at Hilda's heart. It took all her might not to snap at the three women.

"Greetings," Hunk said. "We are here for the delegation."

"Th-The what?" Hilda asked, her brain still catching up to her.

"The delegation," Piahla huffed. "Your king has sent for us to discuss a treaty between our lands. The Baron's, the Dwarves, the Orcs, and that of my people. Surely you are aware of this?"

"Oh, yes!" Hilda says.

"Then would you be so kind as to lead us inside your castle?" Rolga asked.

"Right now," Shanks demanded.

Hilda nodded and gestured for them to follow her. "Right this way."