Mysterious Lady with a Strange Request

Wise turned around, and behind him stood a female Ork who had been observing him for the past minute. 

She leaned against a pillar with an amused look on her face. Her blonde hair was short and wavy, similar to the color of butter and her sly brown eyes seemed to hold a certain depth to them. 

She was wearing clothing Wise had seen a thousand times by now, a long black shirt with silver patterns and a lace-up neckline. 

There was a shiny emblem made of steel placed on her chest, a hammer and mace crossed above two horns—

And a thick leather belt wrapped around her waist, to which her sword sheath was strapped. 

It was the uniform of the arena guards, but this was the first time Wise was seeing her. 

The Ork took slow steps towards him, each one with a poise befitting an experienced warrior.