Orcs. Three of them, two seated on fallen logs, their loincloths hanging loose between their thick thighs. One paced the ground, muttering something in a deep voice, shaking his head.
I’d never seen orcs up close before. I heard tales about their size, their animalistic strength, and imagined a much more monstrous sight—perhaps slobbering tusks or idiotic personalities... I had imagined nothing like these.
The first, the one who paced with a worried look, must have been the largest of the three. He towered above any normal man’s stature until his head brushed the lowest branches of the canopy above him—as tall as my house back in Fairpass, for sure. Like the others, his chest was wide and defined with smooth, sinewy muscles, which flexed when he moved. My gaze trailed down his flat stoma
