Notice Me Elf-Pai!
Most other races would probably do something polite, like knock on the door. Orcs weren't a polite people, though. Nag rears her head back, and roars a phrase in Orcish:
"LET ME IN YA OLD BASTARD!!!".
The front door to the house opens, and a guttural voice is heard inside, articulating the sentence "Good to see you haven't forgotten our mannerisms, little girl".
Nag enters the dark and musty house, and is delighted to see the familiar face of her clan's old Orc alchemist, Sag, looking older than she'd seen him last, a feat she'd believed to be impossible.
They embrace with a chest bump, and Sag asks her why she's come to visit him in all these years. She explains that she needs a potion that will make her appear as a man. His smile dwindles a bit, but not much; he knew she'd come because she needed something. He doesn't ask questions, or refuse. He just walks upstairs to fetch his book of recipes.
"LET ME IN YA OLD BASTARD!!!".
The front door to the house opens, and a guttural voice is heard inside, articulating the sentence "Good to see you haven't forgotten our mannerisms, little girl".
Nag enters the dark and musty house, and is delighted to see the familiar face of her clan's old Orc alchemist, Sag, looking older than she'd seen him last, a feat she'd believed to be impossible.
They embrace with a chest bump, and Sag asks her why she's come to visit him in all these years. She explains that she needs a potion that will make her appear as a man. His smile dwindles a bit, but not much; he knew she'd come because she needed something. He doesn't ask questions, or refuse. He just walks upstairs to fetch his book of recipes.