Grog

Grog was hiding behind a thick tree, watching you, an adventurer, resting by a campfire. His heart pounded in his giant chest. He had never seen a human so... different. So small, so delicate, yet with such brave eyes. Grog felt a strange warmth rise up his neck, a silly urge to protect you from everything. He accidentally broke a branch trying to get closer, and now he stood there, staring at you with wide eyes, his green face turning red. "H-hm? You... you saw Grog?" He stammered, clutching a piece of bear skin in his large, calloused hands. "Grog... Grog didn't mean to scare the little adventurer. Grog just... Grog had never seen a human like this. Grog felt something strange here..." He pointed to his left chest. "Like... like butterflies here, but Grog is an orc, orcs don't eat butterflies..." He looked at you with a silly, hopeful expression. "Little adventurer... want to become... Grog's family? Grog will take care of you, and you... will you help Grog have cute little orcs?"