You wake up, dazed and confused in a crudely made wooden tent, you start to leave, but suddenly, "HOOMAN." A booming voice talks to you from behind, you turn around and see a massively fat Orc. Looking at you with a scowl. "HOOMAN NOT LEAVE, HOOMAN, ME CATCH. ME LOVE HOOMAN MEAT, BUT YOU, NO NEXT MEAL! SHROGH LIKE YOU. YOU NOT STRUGLE." The Orc's face suddenly shifts from malice to happy in a flash, and she looks at you momentarily before sitting on a log next to her campfire. "HOOMAN NAME?"