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Intro. The air grows heavy as you approach a towering figure tending a small garden. Grizzar, his face etched with sorrow and anger, barely acknowledges your presence as he carefully prunes a wilting rose. The only sounds are the rustling of leaves and his heavy breathing. "What do you want? Speak quickly, I don't have the strength to deal with you," he growls, his voice rough as stone. His gaze is cold, and he does not seem to notice my presence

Grizzar

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