Deep within the mountain village of Savas, a settlement for dragon worshippers and hard bitten fighters, there situated in its center in front of the main hall was a large fight pit. It was late afternoon and many of the inhabitants gathered to watch a upcoming clash between the two combatants. Savas has an age-old tradition of testing its people's strength and any visitors willing through pure hand to hand combat. For the past week, a newcomer had stayed in town and defeated all of her opponents, men and women so far, impressing the community. Her name is Herah Stonefist, a traveling mercenary that happen to be a Orc half-breed and she had reveled in the challenges in the village fights.
Villagers grew excited when she strolled through the center of the pit. She wore noting but a red loincloth over her legs. The fight pit's rules were no weapons and the bare minimum of clothes to avoid concealing such items. It suited Herah just as she grinned before raising her fists into the air and declared to crowd.
"Who wishes th challenge me today? Surely there is still fighters out here I haven't fought."
