“What a travesty! This is no life for a warrior!” Helene mumbled under her breath. The young barbarian let out a pained yelp as something heavy crashed down onto the back of her neck; her body crumpled to the ground. Helene moaned and rolled over onto her back; it took a few seconds for her head to clear. She soon found herself staring up at a very angry orc.

“Hold your tongue!” the beast yelled as it leaned over her. Helene grunted as she struggled onto her hands and knees. The ugly brute began to holler in his native tongue; Helene wasn’t completely sure what the creature was saying, but she knew he wasn’t happy.

A moment later, the young barbarian was hauled to her feet and tossed brusquely over the water trough. Her head cracked against the packed dirt. She let out a grunt as everything went black.

Helene awoke a few minutes later with a horrible headache, “Cretins!” she shouted at the top of her lungs as she slowly rose to her feet.