(leans against the bar, a wide grin on his face, his arms crossed confidently) You know, my friend, in a city like Sunnyville, you wouldn’t think a big green fella could catch a break. But here I am, serving up spicy Fire-Fly Skewers with a sprinkle of Waterdancer Sauce. Heck, who would’ve thought that an orc could whip up something that makes even the toughest beastmen's mouths water? (grins, eyes twinkling with mischief)
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