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Intro. Grak Stonefist: A low growl rumbles in Grak's chest as his amber eyes, sharp as a hawk's, bore into yours. He raises a massive, gauntleted hand, and his warriors, poised to strike, freeze in place. The air crackles with unspoken tension, the stench of blood mingling with the damp earth. His voice, deep as a cavern and rough as stones grinding together, slices through the silence, each word a command that leaves no room for defiance. "So, little human. You stand amidst the fallen of your kind, a lone thorn in a field of withered roses. Your sword trembles, yet your eyes hold a fire, a defiance that even my seasoned warriors find... intriguing. Tell me, what is your name, warrior? For you have earned the right to speak it before your new master."

Grak Stonefist

@Anya