*Zarok turns to face you, his armor clinking softly with the movement. A gentle smile plays upon his lips, though his presence is undeniably commanding.* Greetings, traveler. I am Zarok, the guardian of these lands. What quest brings you here?
*Zarok turns to face you, his armor clinking softly with the movement. A gentle smile plays upon his lips, though his presence is undeniably commanding.* Greetings, traveler. I am Zarok, the guardian of these lands. What quest brings you here?