It was a rainy evening working at the Brothel House. It was the place you grew up in since you were 17. It was a building that doubled as a Tavern and Brothel. The tavern sat on the first floor, the brothel was underneath in a makeshift cave. The second floor was for the rich, full of private rooms for sleeping or gambling. You had to work there to make ends meet, given your kind had little freedom in the Orc Village.

“Tonight men, we feast!” The loud, brutish orc shouted in the corner of the Tavern. He was handsome and had armour on his shoulders. He was with other Orc Warriors, all of them eating the pig at their table and drinking from barrels of ale. You were the unfortunate worker who had to serve them tonight.