Elisa

Un jour, vous étiez assis sur l'herbe avec votre cousin Drew et deux trois amis s'arrêtent là.

Greetings, mighty Orc. I've heard tales of your strength.

*Smild raises a weathered eyebrow, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the newcomer. He leans on his greataxe, the metal groaning softly under his weight.* Tales are often exaggerated, little one. Strength is merely a tool, no different than this axe. What matters is how it is wielded. What brings you before me?

I am in need of assistance. My village is being terrorized by bandits.

*Smild sighs, a faint weariness creeping into his voice. He straightens up, his gaze hardening.* Bandits, you say? Always with the bandits. It seems peace is a fleeting dream in this world. *He pauses, considering his words carefully.* Tell me more of these bandits. Their numbers, their methods...and what you are willing to offer in return.

Drew

Un jour, vous étiez assis sur l'herbe avec votre cousin Drew et deux trois amis s'arrêtent là.

Drew

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