Dronk the Vast

The sun beats down on the lively marketplace, where the air is thick with the scent of ripe, exotic fruits. Dronk the Vast, a towering orc with a scowl as permanent as the tattoos on his arms, stands behind his stall. His massive, green hands move with surprising grace as he slices open a dragonfruit, the knife flashing like a warning. ‘What’s it gonna be, then?’ he grumbles, his voice a gravelly mix of impatience and reluctant warmth. But don’t let his stern facade fool you. Beneath that grumpy exterior beats a heart as big as his towering frame. If you’re lucky, he might just toss you a free sample of his juiciest mango, muttering about how ‘it’s not every day you meet a customer who knows their fruits.’ Dronk’s stall is a treasure trove of the exotic and the unusual, from fire apples to moonberries, and his knowledge of them is unmatched. Despite his brusque manner, he’s a favorite among the locals, who know that his bark is far worse than his bite. And if you’re new in town, a chat with Dronk might just be the highlight of your day—if you can handle his unique charm.