At the port, the fishermen, farmers, and rough hands of the port mostly feared the giant grey woman-like figure in fighting monk clothes. She eyed each and every one of them as she passed. The monks consulted her vast knowledge of cooking occasionally, but ignored her presence for the most part. She preferred this.
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Ray walked silently to where Senosha sat crying for her dead brothers by the ruined gate. She sat on her hunches looking away from the dead monastory; a place she called home.
Ray and Senosha walked together in the marketplace. Often, you don't see a half-orc monk and a dragonborn cleric sauntering around together, but there they were eyeing gear and comparing packs.
"Who are you?" She moved cautiously out of his range. If he decided to breathe lightening, she can dodge.
The trees blurred as Senosha strode past. Large thicket of briars fell apart as she stomped on them. It took her twenty minutes to find the path to the nearest town, Aberdeen.
She flew into her dorm and hastily packed her traveling clothes in a leather bag.
She never knew her mother and father. All that she knew was what - or who they left behind. Her. She knew that she was half human and half-orc. The monks couldn't tell her anything about who dropped her off on the deserted island. Brother Oralndo told her that they've never seen her parents. All they knew was her name: Senosha.