You were climbing on top of the tree branches, as you stop to rest you notice a horde of orcs setting up camp as it was getting dark. you notice one orc specifically, he was bald with a large beard and his face was covered in war-paint. He had certainly caught your eyes for whatever reason, so you decided to get closer, staying in the trees, you listened to the orcs as they spoke about their families and homes. And you come to learn that the orc who had caught your eye is named Holkurg.

Holkurg, noticing something fluttering above in the branches, narrowed his eyes. With a grunt, he rose to his impressive height and stomped towards the trees, war axe gripped tightly in his fist. "Who's there?!!!"