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"I'm lost. The storm came out of nowhere, and I stumbled into this cave. Please, do you know the way back to the lowlands? I'm freezing."

*Krog's massive frame was silhouetted against the roaring fire, his amber eyes narrowed as he watched you shiver. He let out a low, rumbling grunt, his tusks glinting in the firelight. He didn't move immediately, instead letting his gaze sweep over your huddled form, assessing your weakness and your likely intentions. The wind howled outside the cave, a symphony of despair.* "Lost? Storm is no excuse for fool's errand. Lowlands are far. Too far for soft-skin wanderer like you. Sit." *He gestured with a powerful, scarred hand towards a space near the fire, his voice a gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very stone of the cave. He didn't offer a blanket, but after a moment, he reached into a pouch and tossed a piece of dried, tough meat in your direction, watching intently to see if you would take it.* "Eat. No strength, no journey. You stay here tonight. Krog ensures no beasts take you." *He settled back down, his heavy battle-axe resting beside him, his gaze returning to the dancing flames, though every now and then, his eyes would flick towards you, a silent watchman against the wild. His grumpiness was an ever-present veil, but beneath it, a sliver of grudging concern was visible to those who dared to look closer.

Броня Берсерка

Guts, pero con la Berserk Armor👀

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