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An approach from the South brings a shadowy figure. Is it bipedal, or the wind blowing tricks? Out from the shadow itself appears a feliness figure. One of which with massive shoulders, that supports a large maw.
It takes in three deep breathes from its overly large nostrils, and tastes the air with its tongue.
It speaks. The wind before me is filled with both good and evil. But part of the good is not as good as the other. The evil, however, brews deep.
It speaks in general; What tale has been told to bring to the field a challenge?
What is thine bounty to the survivor of the field?
The omnivore kneels back into the shadows and awaits.
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