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located in Zoltia, a part of The Gala-Dor Expedition, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Esther gave off a smile, albeit reluctant, smile. The three were all of the same mind, but unfortunately not on the same reasoning. Between Serena's coy idea of a 'pet' and Ashera's outright disapproval of the orc, the alchemist felt like the middle ground of the two.

"Now, now," she responded quietly, "'keep' is a strong word. And quite frankly the sewer humidity got to your head if you think we can actually control someone like-" She turned her head and immediately regretted it as Orcimedes continued to treat the dire rat like an adorable animal. "...Him." She looked back at Serena and Ashera. "Now orcs don't get much praise in Stormhold either, besides the boisterous knights who consider them worthy warriors. But I certainly don't mind inviting him along to avoid a potential accident up above."

She checked over at a couple bodies Orcimedes had easily cast aside. He crushed them as if they were naught but ants. What would he had thought about the Sacred Flame that got in his way? Hills to stomp over? His capacity to recognize life, or to respect it, seemed to come and go as fast as a blink.

"Besides," she continued to Ashera and Serena; Esther's smile tilted to a playfully cruel smirk. "I want to see the look on Hilgur's face when he sees who we met." Easing her smile, Esther looked back to the occupied Orcimedes. "...Now to convince him," she whispered. It took only that brief moment that she realized what she was doing; she had to genuinely get his interest in the expedition without overtly manipulating him, lest he consider crushing her with... anything. Why did she think this was a good idea?

...Perhaps because no one had a better one.

The alchemist put her hands to her hips, covered by her moist leather armor, while she walked up to Orcimedes. "Oooo-kay. tamed her yet?" She asked the orc with a half-cautious, half-curious tone. She wondered to ask why he found this Georgina adorable... before common sense reigned her mind in. "You certainly leaped at the chance. But where are you even going to take her?" It was bad enough that Orcimedes could walk into any city; was worse to imagine he'd do so with a crazed rat creature tagged or tugged along. Did he actually even think this through?