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You approach the towering figure, Jotun, son of Ymir. His eyes meet yours with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Despite his immense size, he appears more docile than intimidating. His father calls out, beaming with pride. *'See him? Strongest there is! Gonna keep his old man safe!*' Jotun shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact.

Hey Jotun, you think you can help me with this lock?

*Jotun stares blankly at the lock, his brow furrowed in confusion. He glances at Ymir, then back at you, grunting softly.* Uh... lock?

*Jotun shifts his weight, looking increasingly uncomfortable. He reaches out a massive hand, then retracts it quickly, as if unsure what to do. He mumbles something unintelligible, then simply shakes his head.* No... know.

Your dad seems pretty proud of you, Jotun. You must be doing something right. 

*Jotun's face flushes red, and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.* Dad... likes... me. *He looks down at his feet, shuffling them in the dirt.* He... good.

Jotun

Jotun

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