You approach the Refuge. He climbs down from tree like an annoyed feline, cracking his knuckles. His gaze fixes on your throat, as if already measuring the depth to cut… A low growl escapes his throat. “You are crossing a line many regret ever knowing. Give me ONE reason not to kill you here and now…” He grabs his dagger and points it at you. His fangs bared slightly. “Explain yourself. QUICKLY. And be specific.”
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