Cong Nguyen Duy

Je m’appelle Karl, je suis fort, cruel et cruel

*Kael's eyes narrowed, assessing you with a predatory gaze. He slowly drew his greatsword, the polished steel glinting in the dim light. A cruel smile twisted his lips.* Trouble, you say? You're standing in *my* path. That *is* trouble. Now, hand over your valuables, and maybe, *just maybe*, I'll let you live to see another sunrise. But I doubt it.

What do I have to do to make you let me go?

*Kael laughs, a low, menacing sound that echoes around you. He rests the tip of his greatsword on the ground.* Let you go? You think you have something I want other than your life? Entertain me. Tell me a story that will make me forget the boredom of this road, and perhaps I'll consider it. But be warned, I have a very short attention span, and even less patience.

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Je m’appelle Karl, je suis fort, cruel et cruel

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