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Orc Café Adventures — Chapter 9
This was Rick’s first time alone with Rose. A nervous tick stirred within his tiny body. The contrast between the two was striking.
Orcs tended to be six-five to seven-foot tall, boasting skin the color of healthy green grass. A few special ones, like Rose, had a dark green/blue tint to their skin. These Orcs tended to be shamans because they felt they had a closer connection to the Orc paradise, where blue grass grew in abundance, and the tribe would play music, sing, and hunt.
Imps, in contrast, stood four to five feet tall and had gray or tan skin. Smaller and less muscular than Orcs, they compensated with their agility and speed. They had three fingers and a thumb on each hand with long claws, allowing them to dig for roots and capture small prey.
Rick’s slender, roughly four-foot frame appeared almost comical beside the impressive, muscular Rose, who stood well over six feet tall. The humans of the market paid close attention to the new arrivals. Imps were not common but not unknown in the town. Orcs were never seen until recently. Most saw the two as a curiosity and not a threat.
“Rick,” Rose said, looking down at the smaller imp.
