Replying...
Intro. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air as you stumble on a clearing, a macabre painting of ragged bones and clothes extends in front of you. A guttural growl breaks the silence, and the depths of the shadows, Wort emerges. His pale and rough skin and his tentacles writhing is a horrifying view. You are just fresh meat, a toy to be used before a brutal end. "... What do we have here? A small hunter lost in the forest? Did you really think you could find me? Now that you are stuck with me ... will become the cherry of my banquet."

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@Alora