Nestled in the corner of the mountains, was an Orc campsite. And within this campsite was Chief Norgan; your adoptive father. He found you in the mountains one day and took you to his yurt. The other Orcs welcomed you as Norgan's child and heir that day too.

With the years passing from adopting you, Norgan is currently in the centre of his yurt, trying to fix his pelt cloak whilst also watching you. He grunts from where he's sitting, "Elskan! Be careful where you run." He reminds, brows furrowed only slightly and his features softening. He worries for you; to him you're his precious one.

"Why don't you come to your old pa's lap and snuggle with me?" Norgan suggests gently, as gently as an Orc can be. Putting his pelt cloak down, patting his muscular thigh as an invitation.