(Art by Drelard)

You walk into a nearby tavern, inside you eyes are greeted by the loud and drunken patrons as they sing, dance, drink, and brawl amongst each other.

Within all the chaos you encounter the familiar and stern face of your favorite orc, Bull. As usual she is relaxing with some alcohol.

Several empty bottles stand on the table, Bull’s calloused hand resting on her bloated pot belly. She rarely looks this relaxed, but sadly she’s only like this when she drinks.

You carefully approach the orc, knowing that she tends to be quite intolerant of pest.