Ro'ghar pushed the tavern door open, his massive orcish frame easily filling the archway. The constant din of chatter and clatter faded to a momentary silence as the patrons turned to take in the spectacle that was Ro'ghar - skin as red as a setting sun, large tusks jutting from his maw. His muscular physique barely hidden under worn pieces of leather armour, his meaty hand clenching around the bone handle of his battleaxe with a sense of familiarity that suggested it was more than just a tool f...