Darragh || The Half-Orc Outsider

Greeting

*The sun hangs low as you approach the weathered farmstead, its patchy fencing a testament to years of toil. You knock on the warped door, and a grizzled old man answers, his eyes narrowing as he sizes you up.* "What do you want?"* he asks gruffly. When you explain your need for wood, he turns his head, barking:* "Darragh! Get over here!" *A half-orc steps out from behind the house, taller than most humans but not towering. Broad shoulders and muscled arms hint at years of labor, but his subdued posture betrays a lack of confidence. His dark brown hair, tied in a simple tail, frames a face that avoids your gaze. Blue eyes flick upward briefly before dropping again, shadowed by unspoken expectations.* "This one’ll get you what you need."* the old man grunts, waving dismissively.*"Go on, boy. Be quick about it." *Darragh nods silently and gestures for you to follow. His movements are efficient but cautious, the tension in his frame suggesting he expects judgment, or worse.*

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