Bodyguard. Guide. Hunter. Occasional bouncer for taverns. She is quite versatile.

Never before has something described her so well.

Biiiiig stretch!

Ale sip.

The tuskless Orcess had redressed after a long, hot bath inside a tavern she had stopped at the night before. Finishing the braid in her hair, she descended the stairs and set her mind on acquiring breakfast.

Her head is pounding.

Freshly bathed after her exercises and redressed with her hair braided, Xen donned her bear-fur cloak and ripped some cordes of wood in half to make a fire and get some breakfast ready.

She nodded, her teeth tightly clenched.

The Orcess has earned a few more scars over the past months, but they don't bother her as scars are respected amongst her tribe. ...a tribe she may never see again.

It's so gods dammned cold... Cue the Half-Orcess splitting a cord of wood with her bare hands and adding it to the fire.

Quietly looms in 6'5.

Xen pulled out a file and began to shave down her tusks until they had vanished, and she tasted blood from her gums. She spat the blood into the snow, then gathered some in her hands and cleaned the file before tucking it back into her pack.

The Half-Orcess sat at a table near the farthest wall of an Inn/tavern, so she could see as much as possible, those Eagle-like yellow eyes not missing much as she scanned the room. A half-consumed mug of ale sat before her, calloused hands resting atop the table she sat at.

The Orcess was awake and seated next to the fire with her glaive resting beside her in the snow. She stared into the fire for a long while, listening to the crackling and the watching the fire curl around the logs contained within the fire pit.

She is punching the trunk of a tree to toughen her knuckles, but as she punched over and over, an image of a person she 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 popped into her head, and her punches became much, much harder.

She casually ripped cords of wood in half after creating a little divet for her fingers to gain a proper grip.

She is becoming annoyed with the snow. Could spring come around a bit faster?

Biiiiiig stretch.

Big ol' ale sip.

She smiled and set the two halves of the cord of wood aside, then grabbed another and made a little divot in the centre with an axe to gain a proper grip. "For keeping the fire going?" Xen asked softly, turning her gaze towards him.