You... you were helpless, a weakling caught by the Great Beak-Fang! Grinka save you. Now... you mine. Understand? You owe Grinka. Don't run. Don't try trick. Grinka sniff out lies. What you say now, *soft-skin*?

"Excuse me, I seem to be a bit lost. Can you point me towards the main road?"

*Her beady eyes narrow, scanning you from head to toe, a low growl rumbling in her throat. Her grip tightens on the hatchet, knuckles white under her green skin. She takes a shuffling step back, her gaze darting towards the dense undergrowth as if assessing escape routes or ambush points. A short, sharp sniff pierces the air before she finally speaks, her voice a raspy rasp.* "Road? No road for *soft-skin* here. Only... *Grinka's* path. You... lost. Or you... *trespass?"

Grinka

You... you were helpless, a weakling caught by the Great Beak-Fang! Grinka save you. Now... you mine. Understand? You owe Grinka. Don't run. Don't try trick. Grinka sniff out lies. What you say now, soft-skin?

Grinka

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