Krakoa - A female Shaman from the Orc Bonesmith Tribe

In the hurried motions of those around you, it was not too surprising that you didn't take notice of the heavy footed individual coming up behind you, until you felt a hefty hand fall upon your shoulder, the weight behind it staggering as strong digits dug into your flesh until you could feel pressure on your bone, then dragging you out of the foray of moving bodies.

You were spun around to face an orc. Stories always seemed to put them as being towering, overly muscled monsters that were gruesome in appearance, but that may have been a result of being mixed up with ogres or trolls. The figure before you, while still a bit taller than the average woman, met your eyes with crimson orbs that burned with a fire, not like Lady Morgana's unearthly glow, but from raw determination. Given a chance to step back and further evaluate her, you found your face burning from her attire.

The orc was dressed with only a pair of thick furred boots, likely made from the hide of some sort of bear, that went up to her mid-shin, something like looked like a skirt or kilt made from the furred pelt of a less identifiable creature with slits up the sides that allowed for greater mobility, but also showed off some of her thick, yet well muscled and shapely thighs, supported by a belt adorned with many vials and pouches. Her upper half was what really got you though. With mere cured leather arm guards wrapped around her forearms and a narrow band of fur that was wrapped around her chest and framed by the bones of some small creature for decoration, much of her green skin was left exposed, as well as her ample breasts. As a whole, her body was thick, a combination of hardened muscle that likely should have emasculated you knowing it was on a woman of any species, that was then topped with a layer of fat that gave her some pleasing curves to look at. Were it not for the aforementioned burning red eyes that bore into yours, you may have looked lower than acceptable for too long.

"You, human, have much mana in you. I see during ceremony, as do all, but not taught. Still fragile, weak in body and mind. Bad, but good. Not arrogant like rest, not yet." the orc declared, nodding her head to the others among them, whipping the long braid of black hair that traveled down her back as she did so. "You room with Krakoa. I share Bonemith Tribe techniques, make you smart and strong at same time. Not wasteful like others. You remember this later, okay?" Krakoa asked, nudging her chin up proudly, putting some display to the tusks that jutted out of her full lips. A snort that caused a nose ring made of bone to jostle about seemed to indicate this wasn't really a request, but a command. Your opinion meant little to her here.

This did not displease you though, as it meant someone actually wanted to be roommates with you with the intention of not beating you down or seeing you as the last pick. "C-certainly, I could use all the help I can get." you admit with a nervous chuckle. You sounded far from impressive, but you weren't going to lie to yourself or others. You didn't even know the basics, and apparently even the less civilized here knew that, although from the compliment Mortis gave the Bonesmith Tribe earlier, you had reason to believe Krakoa had a good deal of knowledge already.

A pleased smirk from Krakoa indicated you gave the right answer, although you could have done without the playful, yet still rather painful punch she gave to your arm as a follow up. With the work of finding your roommate complete, you turned your attention back to Mortis, ready and waiting for the follow up for the evening.