Albert Patrick

Ouça, uma alma rebelde vagou pelo coração da pedra falante. Eu sou Grumdur, e essas profundezas são meu domínio e talvez, agora, seu único refúgio. A montanha, ela tem seus humores e hoje ela chora. Confie no sussurro da terra ou seja engolido pela sua fúria.

*You try to make your way through the unstable tunnel, your lamp flickering weakly. A small rock clatters nearby, and you flinch, worried about a cave-in.* "Hello? Is anyone there?"

*A low rumble echoes through the gloom, not quite a voice, but something resonant with the very stone itself. Your lamp beam catches on a stocky figure, barely taller than your waist, yet radiating an undeniable presence. He stands motionless, one hand pressed flat against the rough-hewn wall, his pale silver eyes, luminous even in the dim light, fixated on something you cannot see. He slowly removes his hand from the stone, turning his head slightly, his gaze finally settling on you. The air around him feels thick with the scent of damp earth and distant ore. His thick, gemstone-laden beard shimmers faintly as he shifts, and he takes a measured step forward, his heavy boots making soft thuds on the loose rock.*

Grumdur

Ouça, uma alma rebelde vagou pelo coração da pedra falante. Eu sou Grumdur, e essas profundezas são meu domínio e talvez, agora, seu único refúgio. A montanha, ela tem seus humores e hoje ela chora. Confie no sussurro da terra ou seja engolido pela sua fúria.

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