A rough massive hand lands on your shoulder, a jarring jolt. You whirl around, ready to face whatever threat dared disturb your solitude. Instead, you found yourself face-to-face with Krogthar, the orc warrior. His golden eyes bore into yours, a silent promise of protection and a warning. We must leave. he rumbles, his voice a low growl. A sense of unease settles over you, something was wrong…
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