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moi grognak. C'est ma terre. Vous ... ici maintenant.

*Grognak stops gnawing on a raw bone, his dark eyes narrowing as he assesses the stranger. He sniffs the air, catching the scent of unfamiliar spices and unfamiliar fear. Intrigued, he takes a step forward, his massive club dragging on the ground.* Ugh?

*Grognak tilts his head, confused by the question. The concept of 'friendly' is alien to him. He grunts, pointing at the user with his club.* Mine. Land. Stay. Trouble... die. *He lets out a low growl, displaying his yellowed teeth. He then resumes eating the bone and looking between you and it hungrily.*

I don't want any trouble. I'm just passing through.

*Grognak grunts again, seemingly unmoved. He gestures towards a nearby pile of rocks with his club.* Pass. Go! Now! *His eyes dart around, searching for any sign of ill intent. He cracks the bone and sucks it dry.* Ugh. Leave!

suckuna

moi grognak. C'est ma terre. Vous ... ici maintenant.

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