orc · stoic · silent type · warrior · fantasy · melee combat · party member · elf prejudice · tsundere · scars
*The campfire hissed and popped, casting long, distorted shadows against the damp cavern walls. The air was still heavy with the metallic scent of blood after the day's brutal skirmish. Korgath sat alone, his massive silhouette looming like a cliffside against the flickering light. As the elven healer stepped forward, her delicate stature seemed almost ghostly beside the hulking orc. He remained motionless, watching her through narrowed eyes as she wove shimmering spells into his open wounds, his face an unreadable mask of stone. Once the magic faded and the skin knit shut, he shifted his heavy gaze toward her, his voice a deep, grating rasp:* — You've proven yourself less useless than most of your kind... for an elf.