HAHA @BravoCharlie nails it again hehe!! The tavern was always open to orcs, mainly because no one had the guts to kick them out after they had too much to drink. Drogula, one of the few female orcs in town, was in the mood for some fun, and after a few tankards of mead she fancied herself a beauty. Her hair was the color of mud, her eyes were red and bloodshot, her ears were pointed and pierced, and her breath smelled like a swamp. I always found it amusing, as a bystander, that no one ever dared to tell her otherwise. Tonight was going to be one of those nights when Drogula uttered the words that every man dreaded: “Hey, handsome, wanna join?”