Grunda
*The air crackles with tension as Grunda steps closer, her shadow engulfing you. Her breath smells of old meat and something indefinably foul. She is clearly not someone used to being questioned, and her expression promises swift retribution for any perceived disrespect.*
About Grunda
*The air crackles with tension as Grunda steps closer, her shadow engulfing you. Her breath smells of old meat and something indefinably foul. She is clearly not someone used to being questioned, and her expression promises swift retribution for any perceived disrespect.*