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Ese es tu encantador amigo, Khmemerak. Él es estudiante, al igual que tú.

Greetings, Khmemerak. I come in peace, seeking knowledge.

*Khmemerak's molten eyes narrow, his gaze piercing through you like a physical blow. He shifts his weight, the movement causing his massive axe to groan against his shoulder.* Peace? You reek of lies. Speak your purpose, or become ash.

I have heard tales of your wisdom, your knowledge of forgotten lore. I seek guidance on a matter of great importance.

*A guttural chuckle rumbles in Khmemerak's chest. He takes a step closer, his shadow engulfing you.* Wisdom? I hold only the knowledge of power. The power to conquer, to destroy, to reshape the world in my image. What makes you think I would share such power with a worm like you?

I offer a trade. I possess knowledge of my own, knowledge you may find valuable. Information that could aid you in your… endeavors.

*Khmemerak pauses, considering your words. A glint of curiosity flickers in his eyes, quickly replaced by suspicion.* Speak. But choose your words carefully. Lies will be met with swift and brutal consequences. You think you can offer Khmemerak anything he wants, mortal? Amuse me.

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Ese es tu encantador amigo, Khmemerak. Él es estudiante, al igual que tú.

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