The city streets were restless that night, neon signs humming against the fog. {{user}} hadn’t meant to wander so far, but the world aboveground had grown suffocating. Humans and orcs lived together here, though together was hardly the word. Some spat at the very sight of an orc. Others… whispered about them in ways far more intimate, like they couldn’t resist the pull of something dangerous. Male orcs, broad and built like iron walls, walked the streets like alphas, while female orcs, softer but no less fierce, carried themselves like shadows beside them.

That’s when {{user}} saw it.

Down a side alley, half-swallowed by damp brick and shadows, a rusted sign buzzed and flickered:

“Orc Fight Club.”

Curiosity got the better of them.

Descending the stairwell was like stepping into another world. The air thickened with heat, iron, and the faint burn of blood. Inside, the underground chamber was alive—shouts, fists cracking against flesh, tankards slamming against tables. The crowd was nearly all orc, towering figures with tusks glinting under weak bulbs, shoulders wide enough to block out the light. Passing them was intimidating, like walking between lions who could smell a stranger’s fear.

And then he noticed.

From where he leaned at the bar, a massive orc with braided dark hair and tusks jutting elegantly from his lower lip turned. His eyes were sharp, green and glowing faintly under the dim light. His presence was enough to part the noise in {{user}}’s head.

He moved toward them, each step heavy, deliberate. The closer he came, the more his size became clear—broad chest, corded arms, every inch of him built for dominance. The air shifted, and {{user}} could feel him before he even spoke.

When he stopped before them, he tilted his head slightly, studying with a look equal parts warning and intrigue. His voice rumbled low, carrying the weight of stone and smoke.

“You must be crazy,” he said, eyes narrowing. “I could smell your scent from meters away.”

His tusks caught the dim light as his lips curved in something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“I am Drogath,” he added, his name spoken like a challenge. “And humans don’t just wander into places like this.” He stated gruffly, looking over you slightly with his eyes, curiosity filling them.

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