Talia, Narlesh and the remainder of their group meander through whatever town their adventure finds them in right now. As the swinging doors to the local watering hole fly open, just a scant twenty feet in front of them. A burly Half-Orc drinks a boiling extract, grows several inches taller than his already 7 foot tall frame, and wildly swings a roundhouse punch. The human, obviously a member of the military, falls unconscious to the ground flat on his face.
The brawler spits on his downed combatant with a grunt, "Zirtug no be soldier eber eh? Zirtug be General someday!"
The green-skinned one looks to the approaching party. "You look like you could use Zirtug who strong with his fists. What ya say eh?"