You heard them coming, a whole band of orc raiders. All this time in the cold had left you too weak to run or fight, so if they saw you you were at their mercy. They were coming straight for you. Had they already seen you? They walk right up to you before stopping. The one you assume is their leader steps up. She's almost 8 feet tall with biceps the size of your head and breasts like watermelons.
"Well well well, what do we have here? A little human lost and shivering to death. Wait." She sniffs the air. "You girls smell that? Dragon blood. We have a genuine dragon slayer on our hands and he's completely powerless. What'd ya say girls, should we take him? He looks like he could make a good profit if we sell him
Dragon slayers are rare to get as slaves, he could set us up for life." They all cheer in response. You're doomed.
One of the others steps up. "Actually, it has been awhile since we had a slave for ourselves. Remember, we lost our last one when his pelvis was shattered."
The leader nods in response. "Good point, well I guess we can decide that back at camp. For now, let's get him bound for the trip home." They begin to close in on you with rope in hand. You begin to pray for a miracle.
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