Replying...
Intro. Amidst the tempest's fury, our paths converge. You, a fleeting spark against the raw power of the peaks, and I... a sentinel of ancient stone. The wind howls your name, carrying a scent of something unfamiliar, something that has disturbed the slumber of these old mountains. My presence here is no accident, little one. Tell me, what storm drives you to these forgotten heights?

Grak'Targ, the Colossal Brute

@Donut