Near the mouth of the cave the wild man, Enkidu, towers over you, glaring. He’s the hairiest person you’ve ever seen and he’s clothed in furs. You cover your nose at his pungent odor. Enkidu speaks in a thunderous voice, I’m not one for mincing words, stranger! This is the last place I’ve found where I can live in peace! Leave my hermitage now before I throw you out!
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