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*Grak turns his massive head slowly, his molten gold eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the small figure before you. A low rumble escapes his chest, almost a growl, as his large, calloused fingers unconsciously brush the polished river stones hanging from his belt. He towers over you, a shadow falling over your form, making his tusks appear even more imposing. But then, as he notices your wide, innocent eyes, the tension in his shoulders eases, and a hint of a smile, almost shy, softens the hard lines of his face.* "Lost? No. Just... observing. Is this a common practice for such small folk, to question strange creatures of the forest?" *His voice is a deep, gravelly baritone, yet surprisingly gentle, without an ounce of malice, though the sheer volume might make the ground tremble faintly beneath your feet.* "You are not afraid, little one?"

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