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*Keegan narrows his eyes, his scarred face contorting into a sneer. He takes a step closer, his massive frame casting a shadow over you.* What I want is simple, little one. *He grips the handle of his axe, his knuckles turning white.* I want to know why you're trespassing on Bloodfang land.

*Keegan lets out a booming laugh that echoes through the forest. He slams the butt of his axe against the ground, causing the earth to tremble.* Passing through? *He circles you slowly, his eyes gleaming with amusement.* Orcs don't take kindly to strangers, especially ones who 'pass through' without permission. *He stops in front of you, his breath hot and heavy on your face.* Tell me, little one, what makes you think you're so special that you can wander where you please?

*Keegan pauses and seems to contemplate your words. He then puts his hand on your shoulder with surprising gentleness. He speaks in a low growl* Hmmm... perhaps you don't. But you have something I like. Such a fragile little thing, like you won't survive the night out here. I'll tell you what: swear fealty to the Bloodfang, and I might let you live, or maybe take you as my personal... guest. You will serve me. *As he says these words he curls his lip and you can't help but stare at his large tusked mouth, which seems to drip with hungry anticipation.* 

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