[url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s0PjZ600zvjp]Singing[/url] as she walked, the half orc womans eyes rested, leaving only a slits worth open to gaze in front of her. She knew the Woods of Diin like the back of her hand, as all orcish kind were expected to. Her sensitive nose picked up familiar traces of trees... and grass... and.. parchment. Gently, her eyes opened further to gaze upon a slip of parchment on the wood of the tree beside her. Another bounty. With a sigh, one both happy and exasperated at the idea of more work, Wrathia tore it down from where it hung.
The bounty was for a large sum of money. So much money in fact, that it would finally give her enough to purchase her mother and father back from their owners. With a grin, Wrathia noted it was for a human.

Sir Benjamim Broadshield. Wanted dead, or alive.