Mariam Bloodaxe

Raegar got some sleep and woke up the following morning as Hogar walked into the shack with a big smile. ''Wake up, human. The first job is that you're going to chop some firewood for the winter stockpile. It will give you a good workout and put some muscle on that skinny body of yours.''

''Coming,'' he replied before climbing out of bed and started putting on his clothes while yawning.

The orc man grunted, his massive hand gesturing toward a towering pile of wood. ''Get to work on that,'' he growled, his voice like a rumble of distant thunder. ''You owe me three days of work. This should be enough for you.''

''Okay,'' he said while approaching the nearby axe before turning to Hogar. ''Thank your wife for me, please. I owe her my life.''

''No, I won't. You owe me three days of hard labor,'' the orc said in a firm voice. ''Now get to work.''