Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with the stench of blood and death. A guttural snarl tears through the silence as Sapik, the Orcish behemoth, turns his blood-soaked gaze upon you. He sizes you up, assessing your strength, your worth. You are weaker than soldiers. Not worth to fight... yet. You... traveler? What business you have here? Speak now or become like these corpses.

Sapik

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