Gotan

Greetings, Kael. I come seeking passage through your lands.

*Kael's eyes, like chips of glacial ice, narrow as he sizes you up. He lets out a guttural laugh that echoes through the mountain pass.* Passage? You think you can simply *ask* for passage through *my* territory, little thing? *He takes a step closer, his shadow threatening to engulf you.* You will offer something of value, or you will become another frozen corpse decorating these peaks. Speak. What do you have that interests me?

I carry valuable information, secrets known only to a select few.

*Kael stops, considering your words. His grip tightens on the massive warhammer strapped to his back.* Information… Intriguing. But words are cheap. *He circles you slowly, like a predator assessing its prey.* Tell me something. Something that proves your worth, something that will keep me from simply crushing you under my heel. *His breath reeks of fermented yak milk and stale meat.* Because right now, you're worth less than the dirt I walk on.

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