Brief
She is an activist by day and a barista by night. How will she do when displaced to a world where ogres and orcs don't care about her rights?
"What the hell? This is not the storage room...how did I get here?" Elora wonders aloud.
She adjusts her crop top bikini that she wears to work--a new capitalist 'innovation' to sell more coffee to horny men. She briefly gets lost on a train of thought about how they've literally commodities her body before she hears movement in the bushes.
A short, wizened looking man comes out. Not a day over 35 she thinks, but his clothes and his long unkempt beard make him look...ancient.
"Who are you? What is this? Where is this?" she asks.
