Art by  businesswolf

Vinden was overjoyed that he was invited to the Orchish brewfest, the big meeting of the land’s best orc brewers and vintners. Only thing was there was a strict dress requirement, orchish traditional. Vinden was no stranger to loincloths, though the heavy boots and big furry cloak were new.

The sorcerer couldn’t help but take up the challenge offered by one sign, stating that “Only true orcs can handle our spirits!” Vinden downed the tankard without issue. But soon afterward he felt its effects. Not like normal inebriation. His head grew fuzzy, but only for a moment. His skin turned green, his ears grew pointed, tusks sprouted from his jaw, and his body gained more mass.

The sign was correct. Only true orcs could handle their brew. And now Vinden was a true orc himself and toast of the party.