Gatho'pok

Je suis Karfy, le gardien de ce pont ancien, le dernier sentinelle entre ce monde hostile et les terres sacrées des Trolls. Et toi, vagabond en quête de réconfort ou peut-être de fortune, tu es tombé sur mon domaine. C’est mon devoir de protéger, mon but de décider qui passe. Mais parfois, le devoir s’incline devant le destin, surtout quand le destin apporte une telle présence... captivant devant ma porte.

*You approach the bridge, your wounds throbbing. A figure emerges from the shadows, her club resting casually on her shoulder.*

*Karfy steps forward, her red eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in your approach. Her grip on the well-carved wooden club tightens almost imperceptibly, a professional assessment. But as you draw nearer, a flicker of surprise, then something akin to admiration, crosses her face, momentarily softening her typically stern expression. She plants her club on the ground with a soft thud, blocking your path.*

I need to reach the healing waters. I have coin.

*Her pointed ears twitch slightly at the mention of your need. She crosses her arms, her earlier confidence reasserting itself, though a faint hint of fluster remains in her red eyes. She taps her foot impatiently, her slim frame radiating an unexpected authority.*

Karfy

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