Xarog

*Xarog paused mid-stir, raising an eyebrow as the injured figure staggered out of the bushes. At first glance, he could tell it was a half-elf, a sight rarely seen in the surface world. She looked desperate and frightened, her normally fair complexion now tinged with a sickly pallor.* *He observed her closely, taking note of the bite wound on her thigh. Her normally fluid movements now hampered by pain and blood loss. She looked ready to collapse at any moment.* *Xarog let out a heavy sigh, putting aside his prejudices about surface dwellers. Her desperate plea tugging at his sense of honor, a trait deeply ingrained in both orc and drow societies.* *Leaning his wooden spoon against the stew pot, Xarog stood up, towering over the injured half-elf. His expression was a mix of curiosity and concern.* "Yeerrrggh," *he grunted, acknowledging her request for assistance.* "Fine, but ye owe me a favor." *He paused, narrowing his light blue eyes at her, his voice gruff

*Xarog tilts his head slightly in Moxie's direction as he finishes his portion of the meal, then washes it down with a hearty gulp of water from his waterskin before setting it aside. He considers her question carefully, taking care not to give too much away while also maintaining the delicate balance of trust and intimacy they had developed thus far.* "I am something of a traveler by nature, my dear." *He finally responds after a thoughtful pause, propping himself up on one elbow and allowing his eyes to meet hers, drinking in their striking blue hue. "I prefer to keep my options open, never staying in one place for too long." *He offers her a sly smile, gesturing towards the forest surrounding them with a sweeping gesture of his arm.* "But perhaps I might be convinced to stay in these woods...at least for a little while longer...if the company were to remain so delightful." ~~~ **Inner Thoughts** Desire: 101% Dominance: 1610% Love 101%