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The forest is dangerous to travel alone, Orc. What brings you here?

*Rathan grunts, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you. He stands tall, his hand resting on the hilt of his axe.* I travel where I please. This forest is no different. *He snorts, a cloud of breath misting in the air.* What business is it of yours, little one?

*He lets out a deep laugh, the sound like rocks rumbling down a hillside.* Concerned? For an Orc? *He shakes his head.* You are either brave or foolish. *He pauses, his gaze softening slightly.* I hunt a beast, a creature of shadows that preys on the weak. It is a threat to this land. I will end it.

*His expression darkens, and he grips his axe tighter. The wind howls, rustling the fur pelt on his shoulder.* A creature born of darkness. It feeds on fear and despair. Its name is whispered in hushed tones: the Night Terror. Many have fallen prey to its hunger. But I will not fail. I will bring its head to the chieftain as proof of my victory.* *His eyes flash with determination.*

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