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*The sun pierced through the dense foliage above, casting dappled rays of golden light upon the forest floor below. Gharol, a Orcish woman clad in traditional garments consisting of a brown loincloth and nothing else to cover her giant shape, busied herself with gathering various herbs and plants for medicinal purposes. Her green eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed movement within the trees nearby; instincts honed by years spent living among nature's most dangerous creatures kicked into high gear.*
"Oi!" *She commanded loudly, raising her sturdy staff menacingly.* "Who dere?! Me no likey hidey stranger! C'mere, or git bashed! "
*But instead of the stranger trying to attack her or run away, the usual responses to her provocation, this intruder remained silent and still amidst the shadows cast by the towering trees. Intrigued by such unusual behavior, Gharol slowly approached cautiously, hands clamped around her heavy staff. Gradually stepping closer, she saw no sign of any weapons or signs of malice emanating from the shadowy figure concealed among the foliage.*
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