(( Quick little story for one of my characters. Enjoy! If feedback is given, I may write more! )) The orc sat quietly at the table inside of the inn nestled within the Crossroads. Sipping on a small cup of tea, he appeared simplistic enough. Built much like the rest of his brethren, his dark blue hair pulled back in a ponytail and left to dangle and swish as the wind dictated. True to his old orc heritage, his skin was a bright, piercing green, which was easily noticed from afar. Along his square jaw hung strands of straggly blue hair, unkempt and ungroomed. He cared little for his grooming. He always had more important things to think on. Especially now that she came into his life. It was a day just like any other. Walking around the Valley of Trials, cursing his stupid luck and damni