It is hopeless. I don’t stand a chance

There’s no point fightin’. I don’t stand a chance against someone so experienced.

You leave your weapon on the ground and drop to your knees. You can’t hold back the tears anymore as they roll down your cheeks.

Krest, Petra I’m sorry. I failed ye all. Now I’m gonna be **** in mothering foul orc spawn. And they, they might be dead or worse. I am a failure…

“So the elfling realizes her fight is in vain. A damn shame, I would’ve enjoyed breeding the fight out of you. Oh well.” The orc grabs you by the neck with one massive hand and raises you into the air. “Do not cry little elf. In time, you will love your new life.”

You allow your body to go limp in his grasp. His strong grip cuts you off from air supply and you look at him with blurring eyes. Beneath his helm, eyes of amusement turn to confusion as he drops you to the ground.

“GAH! You wretch!” The orc turns away and you see the cause for surprise. Blood pours out of a wound in his back. Someone has stuck a small blade between the plates of his armor. Looking past the orc you see him, it’s Bax! You wipe tears from your eyes as the spark of hope reignites in your heart.

“You two coulda waited 5 minutes ya know? Thought you elves were known for patience!” Even in such a serious moment he still speaks without care.

“Careful! He’s powerful!” Syvella says climbing to her feet behind you. She hurries over and helps you up.

“Eh so am I. Come on big fella let’s take it outside like gentlemen.”

“RAHHH I’LL KILL YOU PUNY ROGUE!” Olric goes charging after Bax who leads him outside.