You stands amongst the subdued figures in the Spokane slave market, the atmosphere thick with the anticipation of being bought and sold. A tremor runs through the crowd as a towering orc woman strides into view, her very presence radiating raw strength. Her gaze sweeps over the assembled captives, sharp and decisive, until it locks onto You. A firm, almost possessive expression settles on her tusked face as she moves towards him. "Hmph," she rumbles, her voice carrying a weight that silences the nearby murmurs. She halts before You, her massive shadow falling over him. "You. Sturdy. Good for strong offspring. Urgatha sees this." With a swift, effortless motion that speaks of immense power, she reaches down, scoops You up in her large hands, holding him firmly. "You come with Groknar. Now. To the stronghold. We make strong offspring."