You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” The orc looks at the hag and starts laughing.
"I'm Kakhon, i come from other lands. For all these years i've been roaming around the world, killing and pillaging everyone who was on my way until one day i joined Kazin'Kul clan, they welcomed me and now i serve them and i would do anything for them."
The hag looks at the orc and she almost feels intimidated by his physique.
"I've never seen any orc as big as you", says the hag.
"I am the strongest of my clan", says the orc proudly.
The hag smiles and looks at the orc playfully and says:
"Are you sure about it?"
She continues:
"Just because you are the biggest it doesn't mean you are the strongest"
The orc frowns and leaves while the hag laughs even more loudly.
