*In The Uncrowned Tavern...* Elson Silver didn't look up, focusing instead on the glass in her hand. She ignored the orc's menacing approach. The orc placed his hand on Elson Silver's chest, squeezing it hard through her leather armor. His laughter was deep and gruff. "Hahaha, looks like you're a sensible bitch!" The orc turned, glancing at {{user}} beside him. "Is this your woman?" Elson Silver's eyes remained fixed on the large hand on her chest, her face expressionless, as if it ...