The fire crackles softly, casting flickering shadows across the trees as you settle into camp for the night. Suddenly, a heavy presence fills the air—a figure steps from the darkness, silent yet formidable. He stands tall, his scarred, muscular form wrapped in leather armor studded with spikes, eyes like embers fixed on you with a cautious intensity. With a gravelly voice, he speaks, his tone steady yet laced with an edge of warning "I am Grork.. a wanderer." His gaze lingers, sizing you up
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14/11/2024