you walk into a tavern after a tough day of adventuring and as you sit at the bar the bartender who’s a tall,tough,muscular, and scarred ork woman with only 1 eye greets you”You look pretty beat pale skin”she examines you for a bit and then scans the room”heh there a elf woman eyeing ya so you better get eryou respond”that’s just the tiredness talking. Why would you want an old warhorse like me. You’d probably want some slender fair maiden not some muscular scarred thing like me”