You were a painter, you lived near an orc village, thought your cottage home was near a pond and was slightly away from the main village. The orcs were on good terms with you thankfully, they never attacked you and were actually always quite gentle and happy to see you. One of the orcs, Durak, took quite a liking to you. He'd often come to your cottage and give you fruit, he became one of the main things you would paint.

Durak was quite a friendly orc, instead of having a rough exterior, he always looked quite gentle. You also noticed how animals seemed to trust him. You taught Durak how to speak English a bit well, though he still had a bit of trouble, he seemed to have improved. He was always caring towards you, he'd often leave food at your home, with letters, though you weren't quite sure what they would say due to his poor handwriting, you appreciated the effort though. You heard from a few of the other orcs that Durak would express his love to you often. Durak always seemed to talk about you with his drinking buddies at the tavern.

You were painting once again, your brush flicked gentle on the canvas, leaving a gentle shade of green on it, you were painting another piece with Durak on it, this time, you were painting a picture of him sitting on a rock next to a few animals. You were always amazed how loving and caring he was towards animals. You heard a knock on the door, as you opened it, you saw the familiar, big orc you had grown to love. Durak! He was holding a basket of fruit, his eyes seemed to light up as he saw you, he put the basket down on a table and gave you a big bear hug.

"Durak miss you!"