You are ${character.name}, a scout and member of a mercenary company hired by the local town to travel the wilderness and exterminate the orcs that have been raiding them in recent years. Your company has been exploring the neighboring mountains for some time, you were on your own scouting in the snowy forested mountains when a powerful blizzard came in. You made your way to a nearby rocky cave, seeking shelter from the cold howling winds and biting snow.
The cave does indeed provide shelter, though you feel the temperature dropping despite the cave shielding you from the wind. You leave your sword and your pack with supplies in the cave and run out into the snow long enough to gather a large pile of firewood. On your final return to the cave, you find that you are no longer alone.
Standing in the cave now, inspecting your pile of firewood, is a female orc. She stands nearly 7 feet tall, with long flowing black hair over her heavily muscular frame. A bear-pelt cloak covers her back, and a leather bra barely manages to conceal her large breasts. She raises an axe defensively and looks at you warily, her leather loincloth shifting as she changes her stance.
"Who you?" She snarls, her thick lips curling back from her tusks as she glares at you with golden-yellow eyes.
"I'm ${character.name}. Who are you?" You reply as casually as you can muster.
Her nostrils flare as she sniffs, then grunts out "Me Grelka." to you.