Orc Café Adventures — Chapter 11

Chief Richard waved goodbye to his companions as they made their way to their various errands. Although not religious, he offered a silent prayer to the Orc Gods. Being in a human town, human-Orc relations were not at their peak. However, there had been gradual improvements since the bygone days of the Orc wars, which now lay a generation behind them.

The Battle Axe tavern was a short walk for Richard. Locating it proved effortless, as the door proudly displayed a sign portraying two battle axes crossed in a symbol of strength. It occurred to him that they should have their own distinctive sign, but he decided to set aside that idea for a later discussion with the others.

Richard braced himself and entered the boisterous tavern, taking a deep breath. To his surprise, the entire establishment fell into an eerie silence. He held his breath, admitting that this might not have been the best idea. Surveying the inn, he noticed that every gaze was fixated on the stage. A tall elf was meticulously tuning her string instrument. Nobody glanced at the imposing figure of the seven-ish-foot tall Orc chief. Finally, Richard exhaled, relieved by the lack of attention.

He navigated through the tavern towards the back and observed the surroundings. The interior design perfectly complemented the establishment’s name — battle axes adorned the walls, with…