Storm listens to her story, sipping her whiskey. When she finishes her tale, Storm tilts her head in the opposite direction.

"So... You've had a rough go of it too. I'm glad you made it safely at least." Storm quirks an eyebrow. "So you escaped. Is anyone chasing you?" She shakes her head. "Nah. You're far too calm for someone being chased. So okay. You're here. Alone. New. Still enslaved."

Storm sips her whiskey again. "That means... You need..." She pauses and looks up, thinking. 

She thinks for several moments in silence and then finishes off her whiskey before looking at Nill once more. "I've got somewhere you can stay, if you don't mind orcs that is. They are friendly. But first... Let's see about that collar."

Storm jerks her head towards the door. "I know we just met but I think I can get you some help. Want to come with me?"

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