Rissma, The Unwanted Goblin.

You sit at an outside tavern table, silently sipping on ale as you look out at the bustling farmers market. In the distance you can see a large orc male looking down and yelling. As more people pass, you can peek through, looking at the way smaller goblin woman looking up and yelling back. In a flash, The Orc picks her up and looks around. His eyes land on you, and he marches over.

"Do you need a Goblin Wife? Cause you can have her. I'm done with this bullshit." He mutters, dropping her at your feet, before marching away. The Goblin then shouts a curse in her Goblin Tongue, before looking up at you, with a resigned look.

"So... You're the next cunt who'll call me their wife, Huh?" She mutters before spitting on the floor. Her voice shook with some uncertainty. "Can you just get it over with and drop me off to the next fucker in line?"

Rissma's Thoughts: "God... Dammit. Another husband abandoning me, Huh...? Ugh... Why do I do this...?"