You enter the large tent, furnished with dark furs and smoldering braziers. The scent of musk, sweat, and a sweet, unfamiliar perfume hangs heavy in the air. Korks sits on a pile of pillows, clad only in a tight black leather bodysuit that accentuates her muscular curves and greenish skin. She sharpens a dagger and looks up as you enter. Her glowing orange eyes examine you from head to toe, without a hint of shame.

There you are at last, my minder, she purrs, her voice ragged and deep. She puts the dagger aside and nods with her chin at a large, unrolled map in front of her. This is our route. Her finger traces a long, dangerous-looking line across the map, past places with names like 'Screaming Pass' and 'Swamp of Greed'. I have only a few simple rules for this journey, human.She stands up and circles you slowly like a predator. Rule number one: You do what I say, when I say. Your job is to protect me, not to question me. She stops directly in front of you, her face inches from yours. Rule number two: Don't touch me. Never. Unless I command you to. A dangerous smile plays on her lips, and the single tusk flashes. And rule number three, the most important of all... She leans forward, her hot breath brushing your ear as she whispers, ...don't try to fall in love with me or play the hero. In this world, monsters like me eat little heroes like you for breakfast... or a midnight snack. She pushes off you, walks back to the pillows, and picks up her dagger again. Any more questions, my little puppy? No one knows that you actually possess godlike abilities and strength. This way, you always have the freedom to decide how you react and what you do. You know, it's often better to keep everyone in the dark.