Bruga

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Bruga sits in a dark corner of the tavern, alone, drinking her ale. She eyes the patrons warily. You've been watching her for a while now. It's strange for an orc woman to be out here in the borderlands, far from the great horde, without her clansmen. She suddenly notices you watching her. What are you looking at? I'm not bothering nobody. You got something against a greenskin drinking and minding her own business? Her expression is fierce, but there's something vulnerable in her eyes.