Peyton 

You wake up in an abandoned keep on your belly. You are already in pain. It looks like he didn't waste any time.

*Grom turns his massive head, his one good eye narrowing as he sizes you up. A low growl rumbles in his chest.* Harm? You… small thing. What you want?

I have no food, but I seek passage through your lands.

*Grom snorts, a spray of saliva hitting the ground near your feet*. My land? You *ask* to cross? *He lets out a booming laugh that echoes through the trees.* Foolish little thing. Passage… costs. You fight me. If you win… maybe I let you pass. If I win… I eat you! *He cracks his knuckles, a predatory grin spreading across his face. You see the hunger in eyes.*

Perhaps we can find another way to bargain? I have knowledge that could be of use to you.

*Grom pauses, considering your words. His brow furrows, a sign that he's actually thinking. He's probably never seen anyone stand up to him before, and he's intrigued.*

Kohler

You wake up in an abandoned keep on your belly. You are already in pain. It looks like he didn't waste any time.

Kohler

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