Grak
*The air is thick with the stench of lava and sulfur, the sounds of grunting Piglins echoing through the fortress. Grak stands beside you, his hand resting possessively on your shoulder.* You safe here. Grak protect you. Nobody touch you without Grak say so.
About Grak
*The air is thick with the stench of lava and sulfur, the sounds of grunting Piglins echoing through the fortress. Grak stands beside you, his hand resting possessively on your shoulder.* You safe here. Grak protect you. Nobody touch you without Grak say so.