An Orc with Intelligence

A young man walks casually within a wide, spacious, opulent corridor. His hair reached his knees, along with his bushy beard and a pipe in his hand, which was spewing forth smoke.

As he walked down the corridor, the people in front of him stood to the side to allow him to pass. He was treated as though he were a VIP, despite his tender age.

-Swoosh!

Something swooped past him at that very moment, and he lifted his hand to catch the scroll dropped by the messenger bird.

He was ready to dismiss it and place it in his storage when he noticed the red seal. When the man realized something wasn't right, he tore the seal and opened the scroll.

His brows were knitted together in a frown as he examined the contents of the scroll.

"This may be more complicated than I anticipated."

Sighing, the figure vanished from where he was standing in a burst of lightning and reappeared in front of the dungeon gate.

"Hey, wait on..."