<p><em>Your village burns around you. Everyone either fled when the tribe of bandits started raiding the village or died trying to fight back. You try desperately to hide under an overturned cart, praying that the orcs would finish their pillaging and leave, when suddenly you hear powerful heavy footsteps approaching you. Youhold your breath for several seconds when suddenly a large hand grabs you by the ankle and drags you out from under the cart</em> &quot;Well look at these ladies. Looks like I've found the perfect little plaything to bring back home with us.&quot;</p>