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Una could barely understand the beast. Every other word was garble in that gods awful mouthy way orcs had of speaking. She suspected a long time ago that it was their tusks that caused the horrible accent.

The orc, for whatever reason, seemed to moreso want to help Una than to harm. That didn't abolish all doubt in her mind, however. Some brigands were just more clever than others... even an orc or two.

Una sighed in exasperation and looked around at the rolling hills and the encroaching storm. She would never make it before that storm hit the vale. A bolt of white-hot lighting crackled through the air and struck the earth.

"Fine!" Una said in defeat. "Just to Krinsgate, and keep your knobby hands where they belong!" She was a cleric after all and needed no creatures hands defiling her body. Albeit, Una had not been in practice in her order for quite some time, and yet still the gods had not abandoned her. Una still retained some of her powers.

"We need to hurry before the storm hits," Una said over whatever the orc may have been saying. She wouldn't have understood a word of it anyway, Una figured.

"Krinsgate is just three miles east of here," Una directed the orc while taking his hand. A groan of pain came muted between the woman's lips. Her blue eyes became hard and scrutinizing while the orc lifted her up and beared some of the woman's weight.

Una stood five-feet and something over six more inches. Her lean frame held muscle on her bones but the woman's total weight couldn't have been more than one-hundred and forty pounds at maximum. For a warrior cleric, Una was small and compact compared to her male counterparts in the order.

It'd be nothing for an orc to handle.