"Mine, mine, it's all mine—"
An Orc was humming a little tune, walking with a lively stride, cheerfully heading south.
From appearance alone, this Orc wasn't much different from its kin, just slightly more burly and robust.
Unkempt and ugly, it wore tattered beast hides and carried a big stick fashioned from the leg bone of some unknown beast. Its entire body exuded a rancid stench...
The only thing truly remarkable about it was the two long, thick tusks protruding from its mouth, yellowed and bloodstained, their sharp tips almost brushing its nose.
These Orcs that spawned from the ground didn't have names, often plucking up random words they liked. Due to its two prominent tusks, this Orc was called "Big Teeth" by its tribe.
It was immensely proud of this name. To ensure no one stole it, it beat up several other Orcs nearby who also called themselves "Big Teeth," snapping off their tusks and leaving them scrambling "to find their teeth everywhere."
