Moonstone Quarry Pokoj

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A towering beast had come to join him. At first taken aback, Frenū had risen to his feet, then merely observed it in silence. The creature had offered a deep, rumbling growl—something the dwarf interpreted as a warning, though a smile still curled on his lips. On another day, he might have relished the chance to track such a colossal creature, daring to dream of triumph in a clash against it. But today, he had come seeking rest.

Ah, ah! he laughed, letting himself slip once more beneath the surface of the water. No doubt you've had a long day yourself. A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, his ears flicking with idle amusement.

Do you speak my tongue? Or perhaps another? were such creatures capable of language—of thought? In his brief life, Frenū had encountered some who spoke readily, and others, like wild wolves stripped of all soul, who remained mute and feral. Strange beasts, all of them. The untamed world was ever full of surprises.