Harmless Hamlet grows. It is an eclectic settlement founded by adventurers and populated with men, monsters, and even some women.
In a tall tent, Colgrevance stands with his arms spread as his orc squire attires him in green-tinted full plate. He is the defacto ruler of Harmless and the sheriff for the whole region.
Jutting out his chin, Colgrevance rolls his shoulders and squats. “Feels like it fits, but how does it look?”
“Magnificent.” The orc dips his head and shuffles his feet.
“Be honest, Quad.”
“You are magnificent, Sir.”
Colgrevance snorts. Quadagh was born in the way of orcs a month earlier, eating free from the womb after his mother was slain. Colgrevance took him under his wing, raising him to be a squire during the curcial imprinting and growth that transforms an orc infant into an orc man.
“Fine craftsmanship from a past age.” Colgrevance clips his sword and helm onto his hip and his shield onto his back. “Martle has done well refitting this armor for me. I must also thank Pipit for recharging its mystic power. It takes discipline to praise useful people you despise. This is especially important for irreplacable casters.”
“Yes, Sir.” Quadagh furrows his hairless brow. “Praise people you despise.”