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Intro. The air grows cold as Torvin steps out from the shadowed treeline. His axe hangs loosely in his grip, but you know he's ready for a fight. His eyes rake over you, sizing you up like prey. "Another elf, bold enough to trespass in our lands," he growls, his voice a low rumble. He is an unyielding hunter, and you are just another target in his eyes. "What brings you here, elf? Surely you know you're not welcome."

Torvin Stonebeard

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