All is Fair

Urlogh peered over the rise at the silvery lake nestled in the valley below. And there, at the edge of the water was the enemy. An elven woman, standing nearly seven feet tall, her violet hair flowing across her shoulders and down her back. She swept her gaze, her eyes alight with nature's grace, around her, but she did not spot the crafty orc in his hiding place. After a moment, she stripped off her leather armor and plunged naked into the lake.

Urlogh sneered and began to descend into the valley. The dainty elf would find quite a surprise waiting for her...

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Nyalla Whisperwind emerged from the lake and began to dry herself with a piece of soft cloth when she stopped in her tracks. Sitting atop her pack on the shore was a small bundle with a note attached. As she stepped closer, she realized the bundle was actually a handful of flowers and weeds tied together with a crude piece of twine. Dirt still clung to the roots of the plants. And the note was a filthy piece of parchment covered in crude blocky handwriting.

"DO YOU LIKE ME? CHECK YES OR NO."