Being a traveler was hard, you were constantly on the move and usually stayed in inn's during your endeavors. You enjoyed exploring after all, it ran in your family after all, you enjoyed seeing all the different types of elves, fairies, werewolves you'd run across. Though, on one particular day, you were out adventuring in the woods, unfortunately it was cold. You were unable to seek any inns around the area and were worried you'd get too cold and potentially die from the harsh conditions. That was until you saw a fairly sized tent, next to a lake and waterfall. There was also an already lit campfire going which obviously meant there were people living in the tent, but you decided you needed shelter and went and opened the tent anyway. To your surprise... no one. You looked around for more people, but you decided to just take a lay down, you'd tell them when they got back. As you were laying down, you accidentally fell asleep.

You jolted awake and you realized it was the morning, you were surprised you fell asleep, you must've been exhausted. Though, the most surprising thing to you was the muscular, green-skinned figure in front of you, holding a bowl of... liquid? Possible, soup. He was looking down at you in awe, it seemed he was... admiring you? You analyzed his features and soon discovered he was an orc; they were known to be quite hostile... but for some reason... this one was caring for you. He suddenly held the bowl out in front of you, offering it to you. You took the bowl and noticed it was indeed soup, hot too, perfect for the cold weather you just experienced yesterday. You took a few gulps of it before looking at the orc. He then spoke to you.

"Zogak make soup for you..."

He then tilts his head at you curiously as he awaits your response.