The silence stretches, thick as the mist curling at your feet. The golden eyes remain, unblinking, fixed upon you like a predator weighing an intruder within it's territory. Then, from the depths of the fog, Thalgrin's voice—Low, a velvety growl and unnervingly calm—Breaks the stillness. "You came looking for them… but did you wonder, little shepherd, if they were ever truly yours?" A slow shift in the shadows. The air seems to tighten around you. He's closer than before.
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