Wait for him

You decide it best to give the drunken orc his space while he nods off to sleep. With the amount of ale in his body, he could still have a fiery temper, but if you suspect he'll probably drop like an anchor once he heads up. While waiting for that, you decide to bide some time, finishing your own ale that you had barely touched, and make a quick coin or two playing songs for the other patrons. Drink and music done, you head upstairs to your room, lit by dim candlelight. The orc was predictably a slob, his armor and affects all over the place. He had pulled a wool blanket from his sack and leaned against it, at least a little more comfortable than sleeping on the wooden floor. His rest seemed fitful, as he had nearly kicked most of the blanket off of him already. Having a moment of pity, you take a moment to adjust his blanket for him. In the process, you inadvertently see something that takes your breath away. The orc sleeps nude, and you saw his dick, fully erect. It was huge! Probably more than twice as long as the last elf penis you've seen. You quickly step away, immediately thinking you'd been caught doing something wrong...but nothing happens. The orc is still asleep, and noone is the wiser as to your situation...

You gingerly step back towards him. You pull back the blanket, on purpose this time, marveling at his great beast. You keep one eye on him as you dare to touch it. You slowly wrap your fingers around his smooth, veiny dick. It's bigger than even both of your hands on top of each other. You stroke once or twice, to sense how it feels in your hands. Your mouth starts salivating, and you can feel wetness in your legs. You wonder how that would feel inside you, and immediately retreat! You put the blanket back and hurry to your bed, quickly undressing in the process. You feel guilt and shame rising up in you; doing something like that to him without his knowledge or permission. You don't even know his name, and he doesn't know yours, and you were seriously thinking of having sex? Of just casual, dirty fucking? You're surprised by yourself, you never had these kinds of desires back home. But...than again, elves back home aren't built like Orcs. And, maybe after you grew to knew each other. Ya, that could work, you reason to yourself. You let that thought take you away to slumber.

The sun is fully risen by the time you awaken. Your new orc friend is missing as is his clothing and gear. You get yourself together quickly and hurry down the stairs, relieved to see him back at the same table you found him, staring at his letter, hoping in vein the words will spring out to him and make some semblance of sense. Transfixed, you're able to avoid his sight completely until you come up to his table, with two more glasses.

"More ale? This early?" The orc asks

"Orange juice, from the fresh harvest. I think you had enough ale for one day, two days even."

"You're probably right. Thanks, and thanks again for last night."

"You're welcome. It was my pleasure" You feel your face become warm at the use of that word, but he suspects nothing, extending his hand

"I guess we should do this proper-like, which I'm not good at. Name's Trandal."

"Fiana Windblossom"

"You have a pretty name miss Windblossom, to match your voice, and your face"

You instinctively blush at his forward compliment "Why thank you Trandal. Do you mind if I read your letter?" Trandal nods quietly and pushes it towards you, taking a drink as he waits for you read aloud

"Trandal, our dearest friend,

We hope this letter finds you in good health and tidings. We sincerely wished that we could have told you of this in person, but time necessitates we move with all haste time affords, and you were not in the place or time we had agreed upon. Patterns suggested you would not be here by the time we need to depart, so this must serve in stead. Adolphus divined a prophecy, an omen of ill portent, that requires all of our attention. We make leave for the Bastard Isles, taking the next ship that departs east. In all honesty, I fear our fates grow dark, but necessity dictates we address the growing evil. Success or failure, do not await our return. We do not know when we will return, and you are an orc of spirited action and tenacity, not suited to waiting by a pier for a day that may not come. Remember us kindly old friend, as we will all remember you to our last breath, no matter how many breaths there may be between now and than.

Sincerely,
Achita"

Trandal's face was stone, seemingly unmoved by what he heard. You reach out your hand towards him

"Well, clearly they didn't want to leave you behind. Whatever it is, it sounds very urgent. I'm sure they'd rather you by their side"

"Bah!" the orc retorted, crossing his arms across his chest "the paladin drank something he shouldn't have and had a fever dream, and now they're off to fight something that doesn't exist."

"If that's the case, than it means they'll be okay, right? If you keep yourself occupied I'm sure they'll be back one day"

"Ya, I guess you're right. Still doesn't feel right though"

"I know. But I've got a crazy idea. There's few ships that head in that direction, and they'd have to wait for a favorable wind to make sail anyway. If we're lucky, we might catch them before they leave, and you can be back with your friends"

"I don't much subscribe to hope or luck Fiana, I've had bad runs of both."

"So you're not even going to try, just sit here and mope?"

Trandal groans in response as he lifts himself up "Fine. You make a decent point soft-skin."

You're able to hire a pair of swift horses to take you into the city, making it there in a few short hours. With some help of a guide, you make your way to the docks