Apprehended and searched

A few minutes later, the orc took me into a crude building. It could hardly be called a building, really. It was a shack, quickly put together and clearly not maintained very well. There was a few wooden beds, a desk with a couple of chairs around it.

“Sit down.”, the orc grunted as he pointed towards one of the beds.

I was not about to start another argument after what had happened so I quietly sat on the edge.

“What you carry?”, he asked in broken Common tongue.
“Me? Nothing!”
“Nothing?”
“Yes.”
“So, you just go for a walk, huh? You carry something! Show!”, he barked.
“But I don’t!”
“I don’t believe. Undress.”, he ordered.
“Sorry, what?”
“Undress! Take off clothes!”

He was serious, I could see it in his face. Trembling, I started undressing.

A minute later, all my clothes were laid on the bed next to me as I stood stark naked. The orc started rummaging through them, checking the pockets, flipping them upside down and shaking them. A few coins fell out, but nothing else.

“What you carry?”, he asked again, clearly agitated.
“Nothing, I swear!”

I held my hands up as he took a step towards me. He was a tall, bulky and extremely imposing green fellow. Not to mention, his tusks were big and sharp, rendering me pretty uneasy!

“Open mouth!”, he ordered and I complied.

He looked in my mouth, but was still not happy enough.

“Around! Turn!”

As soon as I did, he pushed me down and bent me over. I quickly felt exposed. Way too exposed!