(Art by Miguel Regodón Harkness)

Right in front of you stood a grey orc female, large and not as ugly as you thought, two babies on slings next to each breast for easier access to food.

“You! War take husband! You is replacement.” She said with a gruff, deep feminine voice. Red eyes stare into yours as if challenging you to deny her, her club held tightly in case you say no.

You could deny her, but you should never anger an orc female with kids.