A big Orc Guardian just bought me. I've spent my whole life in hiding, exiled from my people, most of whom are dead. I tell myself loneliness is a strength, even though deep down I long for companionship. The first time I leave my hiding place, I'm captured by hunters and taken to a seaside village, where I'm put on the auction block, my pointed ears on full display before a crowd of stunned humans... and one gigantic (and incredibly...