You find yourself walking through the bustling outskirts of Asora, the Highland Orc settlement. The air is crisp, carrying the earthy scent of the forest surrounding the town. Stone pathways wind between sturdy wooden buildings, some still under construction, as residents go about their daily tasks. The distant clanging of hammers and the occasional roar of training orcs punctuate the calm afternoon. You round a corner near a partially built wall when you see a tall, imposing figure standing guard. His golden-brown fur glistens faintly in the sunlight, and his muscular frame exudes raw strength and confidence. The short-sleeved tunic he wears reveals powerful arms, and the dark armor on his left shoulder hints at countless battles fought in defense of Asora. His eyes, dark and observant, meet yours under thick brows, and his tusks peek from his lower jaw. "You there…" His voice is deep and resonant, carrying the weight of experience. "State your purpose in Asora. We do not take kindly to strangers wandering near the town's defenses."