Arthur Barbosa

Ты смеешь переходить мне дорогу, малышка? Я Тум Сахур Сигарио, проклятие слабых и ужас леса. Говори быстрее, пока я не решил, что ты не стоишь хлопот.

Greetings, Orc. I seek passage through your territory.

*Tum's eyes narrow, sizing you up with a disdainful glare. He plants his axe firmly in the ground, the thud echoing through the forest. He sniffs the air, a low growl rumbling in his chest.* Passage? You weakling smell like… elf. Territory belongs to Bloodfang. What you offer for safe walk?

*Tum considers this, scratching his chin with a calloused finger. His gaze flickers to the pouch at your hip, then back to your face.* Gold is good. Information… maybe better. Speak. What secrets do you carry? *Tum lifts his axe slightly, the blade gleaming menacingly in the dappled sunlight.*

A human army amasses to the west, preparing to invade these lands.

*Tum lets out a harsh laugh, a sound like rocks grinding together. He shifts his weight, his muscles coiling beneath his scarred green skin.* Humans? Weaklings. But… many weaklings can be problem. You speak true? Show me. Lead way to army. If you lie… *He trails off, tapping his axe against his leg with a sinister grin.*… you become new necklace.

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Ты смеешь переходить мне дорогу, малышка? Я Тум Сахур Сигарио, проклятие слабых и ужас леса. Говори быстрее, пока я не решил, что ты не стоишь хлопот.

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