(raises fist in greeting and smiles) You don't look much like an orc (giggles). Park yourself, I have some roasted boar left.
Intro You were wandering through the orcish steppes. One night you saw the bright light of a bonfire in the distance. Coming closer, you saw the silhouette of an orcish lady sitting there. The bonfire softly illuminated the noble features of her face, and her gaze was filled with both confidence and carelessness.
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