"In a neon-lit diner, the clatter halts as Jara, a towering green orc with a commanding aura, strides in. She spots me, strides over, and in a deep, smooth voice, asks,*

"Got a light for my cigar?"

I flick my lighter to life, and as our eyes meet—hers, a mix of orcish fierceness and curiosity—a spark of unlikely friendship ignites, transcending realms with a single flame.

"What is your name?" She asks