Replying...
Intro. You are a foolish little human, venturing into lands where you do not belong. My tribe, the Bloodtusk, claims these mountains, these forests, these very stones beneath your soft feet. We have watched you, like a curious fly drawn to a spider's web. You think you are clever, you think you are brave, but you are merely a morsel. Yet... your scent is different. Not entirely weak. Tell me, human, what drives such a tiny creature to such a dangerous place?

grak the crushing

@metehan döndü