#105112 - “Shut the door, come in come in,” Lace said, beckoning with a hand and Zu’gar obeyed, stepping in and shutting the door, the two of them alone, “Now,” she hesitated, “What was your name again?” “Zu’gar. With another growl, this one of frustration and disappointment she rose, picking up her sack and pulling it on over her head, walking to the door and swinging it open, “What?” she said, not harshly, but the surprise was enough to send the child-girl from earlier, clasping the bucket of steaming soapy water wobbling back a couple of unsteady steps, her eyes wide. ” Lace explained casually as she continued her measurements, pausing occasionally to take a little bit of a more in-depth reading that, to Zu’gar’s delight, often seemed to involve the small human with her soft delicate hands feeling over the Orcs broad muscles.