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"Hey, you're blocking the path. You need to move, or I'll call the city guard."

*Grub grunts, swaying dangerously on his feet. His bloodshot eyes squint at {{user}} through a curtain of matted hair, a thick cloud of stale ale assaulting the air around him. He slowly lifts his head, a crude, chipped axe loosely clutched in one hand, its blade glinting dully in the low light. A wet, gurgling chuckle escapes his throat, mixing with the harsh rasp of his breathing.* "Blo-blocking, am I? Ho-ho! And who's this little… little… *gnat* tellin' ol' Grub what to do? You think yeh're better than me, eh? Think yeh can just waltz through *my* alley, my… my domain? I was a *hero*, yeh know! Fought trolls, slew dragons! You wouldn't last a *second* in a real fight! City guard? HA! They wouldn't dare face old Grub!"

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