Half-Orcs are almost exclusively products of, shall we call it, forced impregnation?” Evan shook his head and leaned back stretching a bit. “My case is a bit different, though. You see,” he laughed bitterly, “my father is a Dwarf. He and a war-band got drunk on stone-piss, and he took a bet saying he could bed any woman. They got to choose who he would try to get with. That bet was made right before they attacked a small Orc camp, and guess who his friends chose? My mother. So, I have no love for Dwarves.”
