The half-orc sips from the mug. "So, where was I? Ah, right! I'm standing on the barrel, pants off, groping al

The half-orc sips from the mug. "So, where was I? Ah, right! I'm standing on the barrel, pants off, groping along the wall, searching for that freaking lockpick. And then I realize the barrel is rotten, and it's cracking right under my feet..."