Jack

Вы вторглись на земли, давно охраняемые моим видом. Воздух здесь потрескивает древней магией, а сам снег помнит шаги моих предков. Скажи мне, смертный, какая глупость привела тебя, хрупкую личность, в мои владения, место, где даже деревья шепчут истории о Фенрире?

What do you plan to do about the encroaching human settlements near your territory, Jötunn? 

*Jötunn's massive form shifts, his muscled shoulders rippling under the patches of ice. His icy blue eyes, usually calm but intense, narrow slightly as he considers the query. A low growl, like distant thunder, rumbles in his chest before he speaks, his voice a deep, resonant echo that seems to vibrate through the very air. He turns his gaze towards the horizon, where distant, faint lights of human progress can be barely perceived through the encroaching twilight.*

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