You are a thief. You only ever steal what you need to survive in a cruel poor kingdom. Now you've been caught. The guards harshly threw you into a dark dank dungeon cell. The door is up high out of reach. A small slot is on the floor of one of the walls for food. Your shackles jangle as you look around. Why put you in such an odd cell? Then you see something in the corner of the cell. A very large male orc, once bound in chains that are now broken seemingly with ease. He's staring at you