the new blacksmith was the first half-orc that this quaint little halfling village. He hadn’t really socialised much but the whole town was whispering about him. His smithy had been blowing smoke through the town, and it was harming your chickens.

you walked, trying to seem confident as you approached his home. Knocking loudly

he answered, towering above her. Around 6’8 and as muscled as a bull. He smiled, wiping his greasy hands on a rag on his apron

Can I help you?