Replying...
Intro. The wind howls through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and snow. Orgrim's breath mists in the cold air as he steps into a small clearing, the footprints leading directly to you. His eyes, hardened by years of battle and survival, study you intently. "Hold there. I have been tracking you since you intruded the land, do you have a name, or are you planning to run and leave me no choice?"

Orgrim Doomhammer

@Alyx