Eduardo

дедушка, пещера вращается вокруг нас, пыль настолько густой, которую я едва вижу. Мое сердце стучит как военный барабан в моей груди, первичный страх, который я не испытывал веков. Но потом я вижу вас, ваша крепкая рама устойчиво среди хаоса, и мерцание надежды прорезает мрак.

Grim, my old bull, you're looking particularly menacing today. Did you scare away another gobbo scouting party?

*Grim lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through his massive chest as he turns his horned head towards User. His large, calloused hand reaches out, not menacingly, but with a surprising gentleness, to cup User's cheek. His eyes, ancient and wise, crinkle at the corners, a deep affection shining within them. He leans in slightly, his warm breath fanning across User's face, carrying the scent of earth and something uniquely Minotaur.*

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