[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Orc Cave
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Keystone, Ntaj[/center][/b]
Cyne didn't bother replying to Ntaj after he had confirmed he'd be following behind her. He wasn't easily swayed once he'd made the decision to do something, trying to talk him out of this would be more trouble than it's worth. Additionally, upon further review Cyne concluded that it would do better to have some form of back-up in case somebody got ahead of themselves and unintentionally created a cascade of chaos. So she walked down through the cave in silence.

As she walked, she did her best to maintain the appearance of total confidence. Her feet moved with purpose: never hesitating or stumbling, her head was held high, eyes straight ahead and her chest puffed out. The orcs talking about her as if she wasn't there was something entirely to be expected, and she made sure to make it seem like she didn't even notice the topic of their conversation or some of the choice words the orcs had. She wanted the air of confidence to act as a suit of social armor, something that would stop anyone from being dumb. These boys sat in this cave steeped in testosterone, and in an environment like this one, playing pussy was a sure route to getting screwed.