Meanwhile, in a nearby forest, a conversation is taking place between a young human
and a big muscular half-orc
, in the clearing outside a tiny shack."Of course, there's nobody in the village as strong as you, Rogar. You'd win for sure. There's no doubt at all. You'd be a fool not to enter.""Yeah, yeah, I knows that Norm. It's just... I has work to do. I can't just drop everything and go off enterin' competitishuns and the like... wouldn't be... you know...er"
The young man gives the other a calculating look. "You don't have the entry fee, do you?" he accuses, with a look of feigned surprise.
The half-orc's face reddens with shame. "Oh, my friend, I cannot bear to see you miss out on such a fine opportunity to show them all how splendid you are. I will gladly pay your entry fee... for a measly half of any winnings. Now what do you say to that?" "Er... well... thanks Norm. That's really good of you."