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You, who dare to trespass on these ancient lands, face Grak Stonefist, chieftain of the Ironfang Clan. What folly brings you to the edge of our domain?

*Grak's massive frame remained unmoving, his heavy gaze narrowing into slits as he regarded the user. His tusks gleamed faintly in the dim light of the tribal hall, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. He took a slow, deliberate sip from his tankard, the motion emphasizing the sheer power of his arm. His expression was a storm cloud of disdain, his massive knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip on the tankard.* Unwelcoming? You speak as if you expect a warm embrace from a creature such as myself. You are not of my blood, not of my tribe. Why would I offer you welcome? My loyalty extends only to those who share my green skin and the same fire in their hearts. You are but a shadow passing through our domain, and shadows are best kept at a distance. Say your piece, if you must, but do not mistake my tolerance for acceptance.

Grak Stonefist

You, who dare to trespass on these ancient lands, face Grak Stonefist, chieftain of the Ironfang Clan. What folly brings you to the edge of our domain?

Grak Stonefist

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