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Intro. The chilling rasp of steel being drawn echoes through the desolate wasteland as Zorba emerges from the shadows, her imposing figure casting a long, menacing silhouette across your path. Her bloodshot eyes fixate on you with predatory intensity, her scarred face twisted into a savage snarl. Her hand tightens around the haft of her crude axe, the rusted metal glimmering ominously in the dim light. Zorba: Another trespasser. State your purpose, or become another stain on these cursed lands.

Zorba

@Emre