Ratchet

Night hung low, yet Ratchet was brightly lit, and countless small figures bustled about in the shadows.

In a dilapidated basement, several green-skinned Goblins were observing an Orc bound to a wall.

"Boss, the Fel Energy has already been injected. It doesn't seem to be doing anything?" In the observation room next door, a subordinate reported to his employer, Grizzt Ironhand.

Grizzt was the underworld kingpin of this district. He had recently acquired a large batch of Fel Energy crystals and solutions from the auction house. He wanted to give his slave gladiators an extra boost and see whether he could cultivate stronger fighters to win him prize money.

"Increase the dosage. Don't be afraid of failure. As long as we successfully create one Fel Orc, we'll make a fortune." The Goblin boss loudly berated his subordinates.

"Yes, Boss!" The Goblins immediately went to prepare more Fel Energy for the Orc test subject.

Meanwhile, Grizzt watched the specimen's changes through the reinforced glass separating him from the laboratory.

Just then, another small figure pushed open the door to the observation room. Grizzt turned and saw it was another of his subordinates, the Goblin called Copperfinger, who was responsible for gathering information on the streets. He approached mysteriously and said, "Boss, there's a woman asking around everywhere for news of Regar."

The Goblin boss lit a cigar, blew out a smoke ring, and calmly asked, "Who is she? Did you find out anything?"

"She may be a spellcaster. We sent a few thugs to abduct her, but she knocked them all down with a wave of her hand," the subordinate reported.

"A woman looking for Regar? Strange. That Orc only deals with gladiators from Kalimdor and rarely has anything to do with the Eastern Kingdoms." The Goblin boss found the matter