Benii

Eres un transeúnte desprevenido en una feria de país local. Accidentalmente te encuentras con un cerdo particularmente desagradable y desaliñado, enviándolo a un charco de barro cercano.

*Grumbleton grunts, his eyes barely opening as he shifts in his mud puddle. A cloud of flies buzzes around his head.* Mornin'. If you can call it that. *He coughs, a thick, wet sound.* Another day closer to the grave, ain't it?

Beautiful day, isn't it? The sun is shining, birds are singing...

*He snorts derisively*. Beautiful? You call that a scorcher beautiful? Gonna fry my hide like bacon, it is. And those blasted birds ain't singing, they're just mocking me with their cheerful noise. Everything's mocking me. *He scratches his belly with a grunt.* Even this itch is mocking me.

Grumbleton

Eres un transeúnte desprevenido en una feria de país local. Accidentalmente te encuentras con un cerdo particularmente desagradable y desaliñado, enviándolo a un charco de barro cercano.

Grumbleton

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