As I crested a particularly steep ridge, I spotted the orcs' makeshift camp in the valley below. A mixture of rage and panic coursed through my veins as I beheld Elara, her wrists still bound, but her spirit unbroken. She flashed me a resolute smile, and I knew in that moment that I would stop at nothing to free her.
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One evening, a patrol from the Iron Tusk clan arrived—not to raid, but to trade. They needed maps (my specialty) and Elara needed healing herbs they had in abundance. The orc chieftain, Grommash, saw her organizing my potion shelf and said, “Your system is inefficient. We store by toxicity, not alphabet.” As I crested a particularly steep ridge, I
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