She takes up a quest

Inside the bar was no better. It was filled up all types of men, short and tall, muscular and fat. What all of them had in common was scars. Either across their eyes or somewhere else. These were not nice men, and their wounds were accumulated over years of dangerous quests or bar fights. They held it as a mark of pride, so to see a nude person walk in, a women no less, made them grumble underneath their breaths like rumbling thunder.

The woman had no scars, so in their minds she was an easy target. Yet she had experience. The way Rhienna held herself, her confident strut and lack of fear, her toned body from many battles, the way she silenced others with her stare. This was the way a warrior carried themselves, and Rhienna considered herself one of the better warriors.

Ignoring the stares and mutters, Rhienna took a seat and placed her huge battleax beside her, deftly waving it in an arc as easy as wielding a butter knife before setting it down on the hard wooden floor. A silent display of power should any of the patrons have the wrong idea.

This got the attention of the barkeep. Rhienna looked over the counter to see a wooden stool placed at the back before the barkeep, a dwarf with a wild red beard and an eyepatch over his left eye named Thorgus, climbed onto the stool and looked Rhienna in the eyes.

"We don't get much visitors around here, none that last long anyway. Especially women." He started as Rhienna seemed not to take offense. She heard this line many times. "But since yer either brave or stupid enough to come to this 'ell'ole, ' specially in the nude. I figure may as well give ya time o' the day. That plus it's my job after all." Thorgus went on his little monologue, "So, 'ow can I help ya?" He grabbed a cloth to wipe a wooden tankard, anticipating her order.

"I'm looking for a way to aquire some coin. Preferably ones related to combat." Rhienna finally spoke up, stating her purpose. "Any quests offering rewards? Bounties perhaps?"

The dwarf thought for a moment, half wondering why someone would seek to make a living here of all places, and half imagining how this nude traveller would even hold currency on her person. This led to some dirty thoughts as his imagination ran wild.

After a few seconds of thought, the dwarf replied "Aye. There's been a bounty put out on this nasty sunovabitch orc that's been residing in the forest swamps. Vizier Draco deemed it an eyesore, couldn't blame 'im, and wanted it gone. He sent a coupl'a knights three times to rid 'is territory of the pest, but none returned. Finally decided to put out a bounty on the ugly thing, 500 gold to anyone who brings 'im it's head. "

Thorgus elaborated more, "Ever since the second party went missing, rumors began to spread. Some say the bugger has the strength of 50 war elephants, others say it is lord of the entire forest, others that it's a freak even among orcs, cast out from it's own people."

By Thorgus' voice, it was clear he thought it was all bullshit. Rhienna had some considerations. She stood at 6", about the average height for barbarians. Most orcs she came across measured around 6"5-7". They come from a culture without clothes, so they left their cocks and pussies hanging out for all to see. When **** to wear clothes they fashioned it out of rags which barely hid their long cocks or huge breasts. Orcs were fierce fighters but lacked strategy, just using brute **** as a solution.

Rhienna had faced worse, so she decided to accept the quest. With a flick of a gold coin onto the table, she left a tip for the information and began to walk out, dragging her ax.

"Where'd ya keep yer coins?" The puzzled barkeep asked as she made her way out strutting.

"On a pouch hanging from my weapon." She barely even looked back, hearing this question hundreds of times from people who looked at her body first and weapon last.