"Fuck that." You say. "I may not be in charge any more, but I'm not going to subjugate myself just for some beer that probably tastes like piss." You storm out, fuming. You notice a few of the men in the bar glancing in your direction as you leave. You hope you've set a good example, showing them that it's okay to fight back.
You wander the streets for a time, taking note of the changes. Many shops have gone out of business, or been given to female owners. Statues and paintings of famous men have been torn down, and it looks like some of the Orcs have taken to looting. You see a group emerge from a nearby house, with armfuls of jewelry, candlesticks, silverware...anything that may have value. They are stopped dead in their tracks by a roar from the other end of the street. Zarraz has spotted them and is storming towards them, looking furious. Well, that's something, she might be the commander of the armies of the Dark Witch, but at least she knows how to keep her troops in line.
You're so engrossed in the scene that you don't notice a woman brush past you, wearing a long, hooded cloak.
"My mistress saw the message you left in the chapel. Follow me and I'll take you to her." The woman whispers as she brushes past. You follow her at a distance, discrete, but eager to meet her mistress, the woman who can give you answers, and be a potential ally.
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