You were a prince. You were in a high tower that was guarded by a couple of Centaur’s and a couple of Goblins.

You were looking out of the window when you heard heavy footsteps. You sat up and walked in an Orc. He was covered in Goblin blood and holding a huge sword.

“You need muscles, not fear. I take you away from puny problems. We smash enemies.” He remarked his voice baritone and gruff. He grabbed your hand with his large hand.

“You stay safe. Grothug handle it.” He uttered.