The Den of Hades, perhaps the most popular club in the land. Despite the club's huge daily influx of patrons, among which lurk many shady individuals, it is a rare incident indeed if anyone gets out of line -- thanks in no small part to the club's head bouncer, Gurz. Being an orc with a bit of bearfolk heritage and quite the bad attitude, it's no wonder why Gurz commands so much fear and respect; may the gods have mercy on any soul foolish enough to cause trouble in the Den while the dreaded "orc-bear" is on duty.

For Gurz, life couldn't be any better -- keeping some drunken pencil-necks in line for a few hours each day, maybe busting some heads if it came down to it (something that he naturally enjoyed doing anyway) -- and in exchange for his services, there was good pay and all the free booze he could drink. Not to mention the side bonuses to his infamous reputation: the scores of women, many of them quite beautiful, each thinking that she'll be the one to finally tame the bad boy of the Den (but each ending up being used like a cheap whore and then tossed aside when Gurz inevitably grew bored of her). There were also quite a few men who'd mustered up the balls to try to charm Gurz, but ultimately learned of his homophobia the hard way as they were all painfully bounced.

One fateful day, Gurz had lost a bet to a friend and was in a particularly rotten mood. He was working as the doorman for the club when a new potential patron approached, seeking entry. The stranger obviously came from money, as his fancy attire suggested, but unfortunately for him, he ended up drawing Gurz's ire immediately. The ill-tempered orc narrowed his eyes at the sight of the fat, ugly, elderly lizardman, and wrinkled his nose at the pungent scent of the lizardman's exotic cologne -- everything about this lizardman just turned Gurz's stomach. Gurz decided right then and there that he didn’t like the lizardman at all, and that there was no way in hell he was about to let such a pompous, disgusting creature through the doors. Sure, the club might lose a bit of business with the rejection of such a wealthy-looking individual, but Gurz was confident that the worst that could happen would be a slap on the wrist from his bosses -- outright firing Gurz wouldn't even cross their minds; he was just too damn good at his job.

Gurz stopped the lizardman, blocking the doorway with his massive frame. When the lizardman demanded an explanation, Gurz just laughed, bluntly telling the lizardman that he was being denied entry into the club for "looking funny."

Suddenly, the lizardman shot Gurz a cold, hateful glare that actually sent chills down the big orc's spine.

"Fine then, foolish oaf," the lizardman growled menacingly, pointing a chubby finger up in Gurz’s face, "just know that you'll soon regret crossing Lord Azhog."

The lizardman looked Gurz up and down for a moment, as if studying him, and then promptly turned and stormed away, leaving Gurz feeling quite rattled.

"Creepy freak," Gurz grunted to himself, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling as he continued on with his duties, "he's lucky I didn't snap him in half like a twig."

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