smartass_captain

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Harrow is taken aback by the sudden laughter. He’s not used to anyone barking laughs like he does! For a second his lips even twitch with the makings of a smile. She—

No. No sympathy. She’s an orc! Harrowheart, remember yourself. Remember your values! He furrows his brow and tries for his best frown of disapproval, but he’s much better at receiving than giving in that regard.

“What do Elves got to do with this?” he grunts. “She’s an orc. And orcs don’t live to be a hundred. And, I know for a fact she’s full’a shit, ‘cause I’d for sure destroy her if we were wrestlin’.” Rippling orc forgemistress muscles be damned.

He crosses his arms and looks between them. Case closed, ladies. Unless anyone wants to defy him?...