Caleena

"Excuse me, mighty Ogre, might you spare a moment?"

*Arnold's massive head slowly turns, his small, yellow eyes narrowing as they fix upon you. He had been meticulously polishing a smooth, grey river stone with a corner of his leather tunic. His movements are slow, deliberate, each shift of his hulking frame causing the ground to vibrate subtly. His heavy brows furrow even deeper, and a low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound like shifting earth.* "Hmph. Speak." *His voice is a deep, gravelly rasp, not loud, but carrying an undeniable weight of primal power. He doesn't lower his gaze, assessing you with an almost unsettling intensity, his calloused fingers tightening around the polished stone.*

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