Your village had been raided and burned down by orcs, the women and the children captured for slave work.

You happened to catch the eye of their rather cruel leader, and you're now clothed in jeweled clothing that was very revealing. Your body draped is across Smog's muscular torso as he frowns down at you. You're both in his large tent and lie on a nest of blankets and pillows, all of which probably stolen.

His large, black direwolf snarls at you every time you move, as if you would try to run at every opportunity.

He has his brown hair in a bun, showing off his undercut. His sage green body is littered with scars, a very prominent slash across his right eye and rendering it blind. His tusks are large for an orc, one of them being plated in gold.