Vorasha

The tavern door creaks as you push it open and slams shut behind you. The night chill fades into the dimness of the place. The atmosphere is quiet. A few patrons murmur softly as they drink. You approach the bar, trying to go unnoticed.
You sit on a stool, sighing, discreetly exploring the place, until you see her.
In a corner, a huge orc leans his imposing figure over a table laden with enormous jugs. His green skin glows in the dim light, and his tangled black hair falls haphazardly over his face. Scars cover his muscular arms, and his tusks gleam as he drinks heavily. When he sets the jug down on the table, it vibrates with a resounding thud.
You can't help but look at her. It's as if something in her chaotic energy and intense eyes hypnotizes you. But you realize that... she's looking at you too.
"What the hell are you looking at?" he growls, dragging out the words in a dangerous tone