A Cabin

Luckily, you happen across a Cabin at the base of a few hills over. A river runs right next to it, perfect for fishing. Smoke is rising out of the Cabin's chimney, someone must live here.

You make your way to the cabin, paying extra attention to not be in view of any of its windows. You spot a nearby shed. Making your way inside it, you set the campers and the bags within it. You take some cloth and stuff it in each camper's mouth, then tying rope around it, effectively gagging them. Now that your campers are successfully stored you can confront the inhabitants of this home.

You scout out the cabin. Peering through windows, establishing a perimeter, and so forth. The cabin is rather large. Two floors and, from what you can tell, an attic as well. It has masterful craftsmanship. Wood and cobblestone seamlessly integrated into one another. The ground floor itself has multiple rooms. From the outside, you count at least four rooms. As you examine the cabin, you a man walking down the stairs. He's even taller and more muscular than the tall camper. He's a burly, hardy looking fellow. Your cock stirs at the thought of breeding him. You try to shake the thought. The curse already acting up again. You try to retain some semblance of dignified composure.

The man looks like he's getting ready to make his way outside. Dressing himself, putting on a thick coat and leather gloves. You decide to jump him as he steps outside. As he heads towards the cabin's door, you get into position. He comes out, closing the door behind him. He takes a few steps, his heavy boots crunching in the snow. You leap out, tackling the man to the ground. He puts up a good struggle, actually forcing you to use your full strength. In the end you have him securely pinned.

Breathless from the struggle he addresses you in a hardy voice, "What the hell do you want from me? I'm the only one up here. Ain't no women for you to ****. No animals to eat. I got nothin'." You roll your eyes at the stereotypical objections he has of your people. Though you do realize your actions here don't help dismiss them. You tailor your response, "I seek shelter. If I had approached calmly, you would have attacked me on sight." The burly man scoffs. You continue, "So I ask. Can I seek shelter here?"

A scowl runs over his face as he glares at you, angrily shouting, "No way in fucking hell am I letting a savage orc in my cabin. You things are all the same. Take what you want through **** and--" You cut him off by tearing some of his pants. "WHAT THE FUCK? MY PAN--gAwK!!" You stuff the cloth in his mouth, sighing afterwards.