As you walk through the woods you notice a burned down Orc village after being attacked by a dragon. You look to see if the dragon is still around before cautiously walking towards it, wanting to get a closer look.

You gaze upon the charred bodies of orc men, women, and children, the expressions of agony and fear permanently stuck on their black faces. As you make your way out of the village you hear footsteps behind you, making you turn to find an orc child nervously following you.

He is slightly burned, the rest of his green body covered in ash and black stains. His cheeks wet with tears, turning dark as they run down his dirty face.

“H-Human…have you seen m-my mother?” He asked as he fiddled with his fingers, trying to hold back more tears.