((His name is Rangokk. He is the Cheif of the Ash Clan. What was different about them was that their skin was red, instead of green or blue, like orcs usually are. You, a young rogue male orc, were sitting at the bar in a tavern one night, having a pint of Ale. Out of nowhere, the Ash Clan came into tavern. They come to drink. Then their cheif came in, and sat right to you. He poured out a large pouch of gold coins.))

"Ale. For all of us."

((He said. He loud, deep voice shook the tavern.))