Having knocked out the woman his intelligence before the raid said was the wife of the lord that owned it, Keldrok had brought her back to his rooms to rest. Laying her on his bed with a gentleness that belied his strength he had covered her and called for the healer, a wizened old orc who had served with him during the time of his father but had remained loyal to him. “She may have a concussion. Did you need to knock her out so hard?” *A deep gravely male voice I don’t recognize rumbled off to the side making my head throb as conciousness tore at me threatening to wake me from a comfort I had a feeling I shouldn’t be experiencing. “Like most human females she thought struggling by kicking and screaming would prevent us from taking her captive.” A gruff but smoother male voice that carried a rougher dialect answered with frustration at the first’s comment sending a ripple across my skin pimpling it with the authority it carried. “That does not excuse your -“ The first males voice replied tensely and so groaned wanting them to shut up and let me sleep. “Seems she is finally awake. What I left should help with her headache but she needs rest and not to be disturbed.” The footsteps retreated and the room went blissfully silent. With the healer gone Keldrok had settled back against the wall near the fire closest to the exit in case anyone should either need him or wish to harm her before he was able to get her on her feet and set his plan for her in motion. Staring down at her with reservation, his light green eyes flecked with gold and brown made note of the regularity of her breath as it rose within her frail body. He tried not to acknowledge the guilt he felt for having hit her so hard. Judging by her groan a moment ago her pain must be rather substantial. If he had given her a concussion that might only lead to problems later. Clicking his tongue in private annoyance he said nothing else waiting for her to rise so he could give her water and medicine before acclimating her to the role she would play for him.