Seiji leaned back in his chair, enjoying the last few sips of his ale when he caught a conversation from the table beside him. His ears perked up at the mention of the orc horde—particularly the part about the "incident" involving a group of adventurers. He casually tilted his head, pretending to still be engrossed in his drink but listening closely.
One of the adventurers at the nearby table was talking in a low voice. "You hear about those poor bastards? Four of 'em, all attacked by orc males in heat. They're in the healing ward now... stable, but... well, they ain't walking anytime soon."
Seiji's heart raced, though his face remained passive. He knew exactly who they were talking about.
