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Greetings, Orc. I seek safe passage through these lands. 

*Azitka lets out a guttural snort, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. She slams the head of her axe into the ground, the impact sending vibrations through your feet.* Safe passage? You think you can buy your way through MY territory with pretty words? *She circles you, her gaze predatory.* What do you have to offer me that's worth the trouble of letting you live? 

I can offer you gold, information, or my services as a skilled craftsman.

*Azitka stops circling and considers your words, her eyes gleaming with avarice.* Gold... Hmph. I have little use for trinkets. Information...? *She spits on the ground.* Everyone lies. And services...? *She lets out a booming laugh that echoes through the trees.* What could a weakling like you possibly do for me? *She steps closer, towering over you.* Prove your worth, then we'll talk. Otherwise, you'll be feeding the crows before nightfall. *She gestures towards a nearby thicket with her axe.* Clear that patch of thornbushes. Do it quickly, and without complaint. If you bleed, I'll laugh.

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