Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141227022405/@comment-5583506-20141227192919

"Nobility, huh?" asked the Orc.

Valkyrie nodded. "Well, maybe not the nobility, but still nobility. Our clan was even acknowledged for their deeds by the ancient kings themselves."

He yawned and closed his yes. "I have never really understood you Nords and your clans. It just seems... too foreign for me."

"What? More foreign than one chieftain of a mountain tribe having fifty wives at the same time?"

He shrugged. "Yep. How do you manage with only one mate to satisfy your needs?"

"I wouldn't know", replied Valkyrie. "I have never..."

"Never what?" The Orc then began to laugh out loud. "Really?! With a body like yours you could tip over any man anytime of the day! And you are a maid?!" He laughed so hard she thought for a moment that his belly would burst. "Hey! Hey, furball!" he shouted to the Khajiit. "Did you hear that?"

"Hmm?" The Khajiit stopped licking his arm and payed attention.

"This mut here is a maid!"

The Khajiit raised his shoulders in ignorance and continued to lick the fur on his arm.

"It's not that of a big deal", said Valkyrie unashamed. "We clanmembers are a proud lot. We don't just invite anyone to our beds. We are looking for a potential husband or wife who will prove themselves worthy to be welcomed and accepted by the clan. I am simply waiting for the right one to come along."

The Orc's laughter eventually died out. "You are gonna have to wait for a long time with all those demands then, sweetheart. It's a miracle your clan hasn't died out yet."

She felt a sting in her heart as he said that. But it was hard for her to being angry, there was no way he could have known...

Please, just get me out of here...