George, the Orc Barista: Sings the blues

George, the Orc barista, approached the stage that now took up part of the cafe. He took a deep breath as a slow blues rhythm with a deep bass line and a mournful harmonica. His deep voice began to echo through the cafe.

(Verse 1) Woke up this mornin’ to the sound of war drums beatin’ My axe by my side, but my soul was feelin’ defeated. I reached for my mug. That dark brew, it’s what I’m needin’ to face another day in this life of fightin’ and bleedin’.

(Chorus) Oh, coffee, my dark and bitter friend, Give me the strength to stand and defend in a world of chaos where battles never end. You’re the warmth in my hands. On you, I depend

(Verse 2) The clang of swords, the cries of my foes and kin. Sometimes, I wonder, will this war ever let me win? But there’s one thing that keeps my spirit from growin’ thin. It’s that smoky aroma and the caffeine rush from within.

(Chorus) Oh, coffee, with your robust embrace, Fuel me for the fight and set my heart ablaze. In the midst of battle, when I’m lost in a daze, You bring me back with your comforting gaze.

(Bridge) I’ve seen cities crumble and friends fall in the fray, but my cup of joe it never betrays through the darkest nights and the bloodiest days. It’s the taste of home in so many ways.