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Orc Café Adventures — Chapter 1
Bob stood impressively tall, measuring six-foot-eight or approximately two meters (if that’s your thing). His skin resembled the deep green of healthy, well-watered grass. His mostly intact tusks had a few chips — battle scars from a misguided dare involving a female human warrior (another story for another day). As the war party’s newly appointed leader, Bob was undoubtedly the smartest of his crew. What set him apart the most was that he could count to twenty without removing his boots.
Bob’s chief, Richard, had sent Bob and his crew to wait at the main road and rob any travelers. This was sometimes a dangerous venture but could, on rare occasions, have a high reward.
Bob hated waiting. Hidden in nearby bushes, he sat lost in thought. There was only so much time an orc could nap. While the other three orcs in his crew napped, Bob faced the challenging task of sitting quietly — a rare feat for an orc. Finally, an idea sparked in his mind.
“Hey, Steve,” Bob nudged the orc beside him awake. Steve responded with a yawn. “What did we do with that meat the last humans had?” Steve pointed at the chest behind them.
Bob opened the chest and removed the large hunk of sliced meat. He had experienced it in a previous raid. He recalled how the humans cooked this meat on a metal…
