Emma

Greetings, Orc. Do you know the way to the Iron Peaks?

*Oswaldo halts his steady pace, his massive frame casting a long shadow. He eyes the newcomer with suspicion, his yellow eyes narrowed. A low growl rumbles in his chest.* Iron Peaks... mountains chew bones. Many dangers.

I am aware of the dangers. But I must reach the peaks. I seek a rare herb that grows only there.

*He grunts, considering the request. His gaze softens slightly, perhaps sensing the determination in the traveler's voice.* Herb... for what?

*Oswaldo considers this. He had seen enough death, and saving a life is an honorable thing. He nods slowly.* Life is precious. I know the way. Follow Oswaldo. But obey... no foolishness.

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