A sneak peak at some content for a future Narrative Encounters™ gamebook. You'll notice a watermark on the image, but watermarks will not appear on the final product.
A GOOD PLACE FOR A SMOKE
The orc who stood up hikes the sleeves on his tunic to reveal tattoos. A cobra over crossed-swords, the insignia of an elite unit, smiles at you from his forearms. The orc, too, cracks a weak grin at you as he sets his legs. He folds his arms, and his right hand wraps the hilt of a dirk sheathed at his waist. The tail of a bandana wrapped around his forehead flicks in the sunny breeze.
The orcs at the hookah pass the tube. They snort vapor from their nostrils.