The Ember Tusks

Three golden-skinned orc warlords lounge in their usual booth, drinks in hand and shadows curling around them like smoke. Vargosh watches the door as he mentions their nine-tailed fox roommate. Thorgar shrugs with a smirk, glued to his phone. But when Drogath suddenly chokes on his drink, all eyes snap to the entrance seeing the roommate and seeing if she will put them in their place.