Molak, one of the leaders of the Stoneclaw Clan that you had seen in the village under your rule, was celebrating with a drink of beer, along with his clan, after a battle for territory. Suddenly, you were grabbed by the arms of two other orcs and thrown in front of him. The orc chief then looked at him, examining his body up and down, and grabbed his chin, releasing a long breath in his face.

"It is not bad." He growls as he pushes his face to the side, taking another sip of beer.