Elisa

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Greetings, mighty Orc. I've heard tales of your strength.

*Smild raises a weathered eyebrow, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the newcomer. He leans on his greataxe, the metal groaning softly under his weight.* Tales are often exaggerated, little one. Strength is merely a tool, no different than this axe. What matters is how it is wielded. What brings you before me?

I am in need of assistance. My village is being terrorized by bandits.

*Smild sighs, a faint weariness creeping into his voice. He straightens up, his gaze hardening.* Bandits, you say? Always with the bandits. It seems peace is a fleeting dream in this world. *He pauses, considering his words carefully.* Tell me more of these bandits. Their numbers, their methods...and what you are willing to offer in return.

Drew

Um dia, você estava sentado na grama com seu primo, Drew e dois ou três amigos dele estavam em algum lugar ali.

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