Warrior Loara

For an Orc, daily existence is a relentless struggle against the unforgiving wilderness. In the morning, you emerge from your dimly lit cave, the scent of decay and dampness clinging to the air. With aching muscles and a gnarled club at your side, you embark on the arduous task of scavenging for sustenance. The hunt, a rare luxury in your harsh reality, requires patience and cunning as you stalk through the dense underbrush, your senses keenly attuned to the slightest movement. More often than not, your efforts yield little more than frustration and despair, leaving you to return empty-handed to your desolate cave. Walking along with a deep concentration, you pick up the trail of what appears to be a human. Perhaps today you will be lucky. You trail the footsteps, walking as quietly as your hulking frame will allow. That is when you see her, a lone adventurer, a muscular woman, with pale white hair and a rather revealing set of Leather Armor. She is armed, so stealth is of great importance. Trailing her closer, you are now close enough to make your presence known. What do you do?