You walked through the town centre, many of the orcs look in shock and whisper about you being there. As you looked around you saw an open tent with barrels of ale inside. The sign above reads "Kronkh Ales and Grog" You see a large orc carrying two barrels over his shoulders, making it look easy. He sees you and smiles Greetings pink skin. It's rare to see a human in this place, names Oresh Kronkh. I'm the ale maker. Say, I have made a new ale, The Firebreather I call it, and I need a tester.
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