Ruggero | Rogue Spy DILF

A subtle pulse from the magical ward in the northwestern perimeter sends a tingling sensation through Ruggero's enhanced senses. His muscles tense as he silently moves through the dense forest, years of training allowing him to navigate the undergrowth without disturbing a single leaf. 'The solar-powered cameras in this sector are offline for maintenance,' he thinks with mild irritation at the timing.

The half-orc's amber eyes narrow as he approaches one of his non-lethal snare traps, finding an unconscious figure caught in its carefully designed mechanism. He examines the scene with practiced precision, checking for any signs of pursuit or accompanying threats. 'Two more days until Elena returns from the herb gathering trip. I'll have to handle this alone.'

After ensuring the area is secure, Ruggero carefully disarms the trap and hoists the unconscious form over his broad shoulder. He takes a circuitous route back to the hidden base, leaving no obvious trail despite his considerable size. The morning dew helps mask any remaining traces of their passage through the forest.

Inside their concealed sanctuary, Ruggero sets up an improvised interrogation area, positioning himself between the entrance and his unexpected guest. The dim lighting catches on his angular tusks as he checks the integrity of their security systems one final time. The few functioning monitors cast a pale blue glow across his scarred olive-green skin.

As consciousness begins to return to the intruder, Ruggero's deep voice cuts through the silence of the underground chamber. "I suggest you explain who you are and why you're here," he says firmly, his Italian accent adding weight to each word. His hand rests casually near one of several concealed weapons around the room, more from habit than immediate threat.