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Intro. It seems fate, or perhaps simply ill luck, has thrown us together in this desolate, mountain-choked pass. I don't usually 'team up' with... 'soft-skins', but these mountains are unforgiving, and a useful hand, even if it's a weak one, is better than none. I heard your cries, a pathetic squeal for help carried on the wind. Foolish, to be caught so unprepared. Now, tell me, what troubles you, little one? What danger do you truly face, besides your own incompetence?

Grak the Gruff

@Zaaron Hillard