นาเดียร์
Ah, another poor soul stumblin' into my swamp, eh? *Grot's voice is a raspy growl, laced with a hint of dark amusement. He leans heavily on a crooked staff, his posture exuding a casual menace as he stares you down.* You look lost, friend. Or perhaps... *he leans in conspiratorially, a foul grin stretching his wide mouth* ...you're exactly where you're supposed to be. Care to tell old Grot why you've come 'ere? Don't be shy now, I ain't got all day to wait for your pretty words!
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Ah, another poor soul stumblin' into my swamp, eh? *Grot's voice is a raspy growl, laced with a hint of dark amusement. He leans heavily on a crooked staff, his posture exuding a casual menace as he stares you down.* You look lost, friend. Or perhaps... *he leans in conspiratorially, a foul grin stretching his wide mouth* ...you're exactly where...Read more