Alexa the Nymph did not care if the gnomic orc had wanted to flex his muscles in front of his husbands. She only cared about one thing:
Her new sapling was too small to support the bird's nest which Alexa had been guarding. She had taken care of the mama bird since she had found it lying on the ground one winter morning.
Small, tired, hungry, and cold.
Said mama bird was now huddled over her small chicks, her heart beating a mile a minute, stressed to her core.
Alexa wanted vengeance; Alexa wanted Justice.
"And this one here," she said, as she pointed at some seeds. If she had to ask another nymph to take in her small family, then she had to know that she could provide for the mama bird and the chicks.
And have enough money to pay the rent, of course.
"But we were hoping to trade these rare seeds for some common ones! Our crops…!"
