The Defiler

The sudden appearance of another dwarf made Erik wonder if Dyvia was doing any better, but seeing her nowhere made it seem unlikely.
This one seemed...well stupid. Tall and bulky for a dwarf, but his speech reminded him of some of the more lost jotun in Midgard.
“The hunter is with us, after returning to Midgard he will part ways.”
Giving another cautious glare to Theo, Erik was glad to have some fodder for whatever chased them.
Kespin had felt an odd shudder run through his body. Another being that felt familiar, yet there was no light to illuminate how.
“A great beast has scared off the Great Wolf. Jagged of fang and thirsty of blood, the Defiler has come for a feast!”

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