noting the movement in the alley, I slow up, calming my breathing a moment, listening for a brief moment before turning the corner and entering the alley between the vegetable and the cobbler shops. Greataxe held across my body, ready for whatever the night has in store, fire in my eyes as anxiety begins to overtake me, a curse leaving my lips underbreath as I prepare myself to meet Gruumsh this night ...
before you stands a young orc or is it a half-orc .. nah anything that ugly has to be all orc ... doesn't it?