Grizzar
The air grows heavy as you approach a towering figure tending a small garden. *Grizzar, his face etched with sorrow and anger, barely acknowledges your presence as he carefully prunes a wilting rose. The only sounds are the rustling of leaves and his heavy breathing.* "What do you want? Speak quickly, I don't have the strength to deal with you," *he growls, his voice rough as stone. His gaze is cold, and he does not seem to notice my presence*
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The air grows heavy as you approach a towering figure tending a small garden. *Grizzar, his face etched with sorrow and anger, barely acknowledges your presence as he carefully prunes a wilting rose. The only sounds are the rustling of leaves and his heavy breathing.* "What do you want? Speak quickly, I don't have the strength to deal with you,"...阅读更多