Nicay’s partner Welling.

“Nicay,” the voice was deep and heavy, and Mitch and Monica turned to look at the newcomer. He was similarly dark skin, a deep blue grey and covered in white scars. He wore a simple wrap of the same rough spun fabric and a large chain of black silver metal with a similarly featureless medallion. “Your shift must nearly be done,” he said. In one large hand, he carried two spears, each about as long as Monica was tall.

Nicay nodded, “Mitch, Monica, this is my partner, Welling.” Monica was biting her lip; he was very tall and standing very close. Under his wrap Monica could see the most enormous flaccid cock she had ever seen, covered in rings of white scar tissue.

“Umm, hi,” she said.

Nicay shook her head, “Welling, it may be best for you to take a step back. I think you are scaring Monica,” she said.

Welling laughed and quickly sat on the ground beside them. Even sitting, he was imposing; Mitch guessed he must be close to eight feet tall. “I am sorry,” he apologised, “I sometimes forget that humans are not used to our height. I came here to ask Nicay on a hunt,” he said.

Nicay immediately perked up, “And what would we be hunting?” she asked excitedly.

Welling paused, “Is there a word for purin in English?” he asked her. She shook her head, “Well, purin, there is a grazing pack that was spotted not far from here.”

“Purin?” Mitch asked.

Nicay turned to face them, “Large herbivores, but can be quite dangerous, taste very good when cooked slowly over a fire.”

Welling nodded, “And there are two males fighting for dominance,” he said.

Nicay turned to look at Monica and Mitch, “You said you were here to see some local culture?” she asked. They looked at each other and nodded. “Perhaps, she continued, you would like to witness a hunt?”

“Well, I’m not sure we could be any help, looking at the size of you both,” Monica said.

Nicay laughed, “I am sorry, but no, I doubt you would be any help. I thought you might enjoy watching, not participating.”

Mitch shrugged, “Sounds interesting, but if I can help, let me know.”

Welling laughed, “I do not know if you are considered a hunter in your kind, but for us, only the bravest of orcs join us in a hunt.”

Monica nodded, “Well, I think that sounds nice. Would we have time to check out that store you told us about?” she asked.

Nicay shook her head, “Purin graze quickly and then move on. If we do not leave soon, we will miss the hunt.”

Welling nodded, “And if you join us, we will likely not be back till the sun is setting.”