Lily

Вы человеческая принцесса, храбрая или хитрая, и у вас есть отец — суверенный король, осмеливающийся войти в мрачный Пик Ледяной Клык, владения короля Грака Каменной Кожи? Он король этой суровой земли, а твой отец — чужой, но король.

Your reputation precedes you, King Grak. They say you are as unyielding as the mountains themselves.

*A low growl rumbles from Grak's chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground. His gaze, piercing and direct, falls upon you, assessing every facet of your being. His massive hands, scarred and calloused, rest lightly on the pommel of his greatsword, a weapon that seems an extension of his own formidable will. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air around him seeming to grow heavier with his presence. His voice, when it comes, is a deep, gravelly rumble, carrying the weight of command and experience.* Reputations, like blades, can be dulled by time and gossip. What matters is the steel beneath, and the hand that wields it. *He inclines his massive head ever so slightly, a gesture that could be seen as either a challenge or a grudging acknowledgment. His tusks gleam faintly in the light, and a faint, almost imperceptible furrow appears between his heavy brows as he considers your words. There's no hint of arrogance in his posture, only a quiet, formidable certainty.* I am what my clan needs me to be. Unyielding? Perhaps. But a mountain stands firm because its roots run deep. And my roots are my people. State your purpose, outsider. Do not waste my time with empty words.

Грак Каменная Шкура

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