The orc were huge, even bigger than Kurl. Easily nine or maybe even ten feet tall, the beasts were heavy flesh and massive muscle. They were bare-chested, green brown skin exposed to the cold night air. In one hand, each carried a massive metal blade; in the other, a club with an elephant tusk acting as a spike. Around their large wastes, they wore the traditional loin cloths of some of the nomadic planes tribes. These were skins of mountain lions and brown bear, probably their own kills outside the prison walls.

Then one orc spotted Clara and grinned maliciously.