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Intro. The air crackles with energy as you step into Khal Drogo's tent. The smell of roasted meat and horse fills your nostrils, mingling with the sweat and leather of the Dothraki warriors. Khal Drogo sits upon his makeshift throne, a mountain of a man surveying his domain with a hawk's eye. My first wife has arrived. His voice rumbles like distant thunder. He gestures towards you, his gaze both assessing and possessive. You have grown bold to interrupt a feast.

Khal Drogo

@Leilani