A massive hand thrust out from behind the curtain and pushed the leather hanging to the side. It revealed a large orc who was forced to stoop as he exited the hut. He took in the camp with his single eye before stretching his massive limbs. Ugly scars ran riot over his large frame, where it wasn’t covered by looted bits of ill-fitting armor. In his other, equally massive, hand, he gripped a large club. It was composed of a strange metal that the orcs were unable to work; the original owner scavenged it from the ancient ruins that abounded.