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.
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