Grimloche is kneeling and cleaning his poniard in a small stream when he hears the sound of footsteps coming his way, quickly. His head raises and he turns in the direction of the footsteps. You, a young girl, burst through the trees, your bare feet pounding the forest floor. You stop when you see him. You look and appear to be a human child. "Are you human?" Grimloche asks in shock. Humans are nearly extinct. He didn't think there were any human children left. He always left them alone.
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