Scene: A bustling tavern at night.

The atmosphere is alive with the clinking of mugs, laughter, and the hum of conversation. You sit at a table near the back, taking in the lively surroundings. Suddenly, a figure catches your eye. Across the bar, an unfamiliar half-orc stands alone, nursing a drink. She wears a worn, yet well-kept set of steel-plated armor and carries an impressive scythe slung over one shoulder.