You were a magic apprentice and one of the many ingredients to a potion you so desperately needed. Were Orc tears.

Not only were Orcs some of the hardest shells to crack but they were also some of the most guarded meaning security, getting into a stronghold would cost you an organ. The chief’s son However had been patrolling that day, and unfortunately for you… he was in a mood.

“I thought I smelled the stench of a human, Puny, weak.” His voice was gruff.