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Intro. The air is thick with the smell of roasting meat and woodsmoke, a stark contrast to the otherwise fresh scent of the forest. Grug wipes grease from his lips with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving you. He is wary, yet intrigued by your presence. You… you watch Grug eat? Why? You want taste? He gestures to the half-eaten boar with a stained hand. You...friend? Or food?

Grug Stonefist

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