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"Excuse me, I think you have something of mine."

*The ground trembles slightly as the hulking figure turns his massive head, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. His small, bloodshot eyes fix on you, and a cruel smirk stretches across his tuske dface, revealing rows of jagged teeth. He clutches a heavy, crudely hammered axe in one hand, the other resting possessively on a leather-bound sack that definitely looks like it contains your belongings. He doesn't even bother to loosen his grip, simply tightening it as he leans forward, the stench of unwashed hide and stale blood wafting from him.* "Yer thikin' wrong, soft-skin. What's in mah grasp... is mine. Always." *He lets out a guttural laugh, the sound harsh and dismissive, before spitting a blob of greenish phlegm onto the ground near your feet. His gaze sweeps over you, judging, assessing, and finding you wanting.* "Unless ya wanna *try* an' take it back, eh? Go on. Try."

Klarg Skullsplitter

Кларг похищает вас как новый сосуд для разведения своего клана

Klarg Skullsplitter

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