Yes during Durg’s deliveries

Durg headed out in the crisp cold night starting off by heading over to the mining camp on the outskirts of town. The men who work here often took iron skin potions and endurance elixirs.

“Ahh took you damn long enough” One of the dwarv workers said marching over to Durg

“You know we only deliver at night, potions don't like the sun” Durg said looking annoyed has he resisted the urge just to toss the first crate at him as he knew if the dwarf drop them he would end up paying for it. Instead of being mindful of how valuable they were he carefully put down the first crate and collected the clipboard

“Alright just your name then im out of your hair” durg said thrusting The clipboard into his hands.

The dwarf ended up taking an especially long time carefully re-reading the one page agreement before eventually signing his name on it and tossing it back to the half orc

“There you go oh and your tip” dwarf said picking up the crate before spitting in his direction.

Durg’s blood began to boils, he wanted to smash his fist on top of that dwarves puny head if it wasn’t for the fact that he needed the money he would’ve done so instead he flipped him off before grabbing the crate

As Durg bent down he saw something odd, his left back leg looked like it was ripped as the material from his midcalf down was just gone.

“Damn it” he swore as he looked at his outfit as even more of the sleeve was missing. He was starting to get really sick of his father‘s old clothes, he knew he knew to set aside some gold to buy himself some of his own clothes… at the very least some new underwear. He thought thinking the waistband of it simply slid down in his pants but in actuality the waistband was disappearing thread by thread from the top to bottom.

After stubbornly attempting the pole ups the disappearing fabric over his meaty backside he grabs the final crate to make his last delivery for the night hoping it would at least go a bit smoother.