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*Cyak turns his glowing green eyes towards you, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He hefts the massive axe from his back, the metal gleaming even in the dim light. He runs a massive paw across the blade.* Steel. Forged in the heart of the mountains. Goblin blood stains it now.

Can you tell me about the necklace you are wearing?

*Cyak instinctively touches the necklace, his fur bristling slightly. A flicker of pain crosses his face briefly before it hardens again. He carefully pulls it out for closer inspection.* Teeth... Claws... From those I have lost. Reminders of my purpose. Never forget.

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