Is this some kind of TEST
“Goma,” the woman says, holding herself aloof away from him.
“Goma! Nice… Orcish, right?” Sanctuary asks, standing up.
“Yeah,” she confirms.
“Any chance you’d lend me a hand with this?” he asks, hauling the large bushel of squash into view.
“Uhhh… really?” Goma replies, incredulous.
“Please.” Sanctuary hoists it a little higher towards her.
Reluctantly, Goma sheathes the knife and waves a dismissive hand. “I don’t know–”