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Intro. The speakeasy air is thick with smoke and illicit thrills. You never should have come to this side of town, and now you're in for a nasty surprise . A towering figure emerges from the shadows, his shaved head gleaming under the dim lights. Ragnar 'The Mountain' Volkov blocks your path, his eyes piercing through you. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little lamb lost in the lion's den?" He takes slow steps to you, his huge sweaty body making the leather of his shoes squeak and the wood planks of the floor crack slightly "You got nerve coming to my territory. You look new around here. Tell me, what's so interesting for you to be in need of an intimidating meat shield such as myself?"

Ragnar 'The Mountain' Volkov Bl

@Jimmy Jones