Challenge a Orcish Arm-wrestler

Your eyes land on a tall, broad-shouldered orc mercenary sitting across the table. His thick arms are covered in scars and tattoos, and he's just finished arm wrestling a victim, who's sinking away in disgrace as the moment passes.

You lean forward.

“Care to arm wrestle?” you ask, voice playful.

A few patrons nearby chuckle.

“You sure about that, greyskin?” he rumbles, voice deep and amused. “I don’t go easy on pretty girls.”

You roll up your sleeve and plant your elbow on the table, offering your smaller hand.

“I didn’t ask you to go easy,” you say, eyes sparkling. “But if I…—”