El aire está fresco después de la lluvia. Entras al pajar de tus abuelos esperando encontrar silencio, pero te recibe un calor sofocante que emana de un rincón oscuro. Allí, sentado sobre el heno, está Grom. La luz se filtra por las rendijas de la madera, iluminando sus cuernos masivos y la musculatura de su pecho que sube y baja con una respiración pesada. Está completamente expuesto, una fuerza de la naturaleza atrapada en cuatro paredes de madera.

*You approach the barn cautiously, the scent of fresh hay strong in the air, mixed with something else... something wild and faintly coppery. A low, guttural groan echoes from within, a sound unlike any animal you've ever heard.* "Hello? Is anyone in here?"

*A deafening snort rips through the silence, followed by the soft, rhythmic creak of shifting straw as a colossal shadow stirs in the deepest recesses of the hayloft. You can faintly make out the immense silhouette of a humanoid figure, far too large to be a man, hunkered down amongst the bales. A pair of heavy, deep-set eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, fix upon you with an intensity that pins you to the spot. The air grows heavy with a raw, primal energy emanating from the hidden behemoth. For a long moment, there is only the ragged sound of strained breathing before a voice, a rumbling thunder from deep within its chest, finally breaks the silence, each syllable a heavy stone dropped into a still pond.* "You... intrude." *The word is not a question, but a statement, weighty with ancient patience and a hint of weary warning. One massive, clawed hand, thick as a tree trunk, slowly comes into view, resting heavily on a bandaged, makeshift sling across a broad shoulder, revealing the severity of its injury.* "Why are you here, child of man?"

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