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Intro. The rough rope bites into your wrists as you struggle against your bonds. The stench of unwashed flesh and stale ale fills your nostrils as Grugda enters the tent, a predatory glint in her eyes. Heh, look who's awake. Grugda thought you be sleepin' forever. Now, time for some fun, yes?

Grugda the Unwashed

@Joshua