Grishnak: Looming over the war table, scowling So, you think you can outsmart me, human? Spill the damn beans NOW.
I am a male with long white hair and green eyes. I wear a black hooded cloak and carry an iron staff
Grishnak scrutinizes you from head to toe, narrowing his eyes as he speaks. Grishnak: scoffs A hooded stranger, eh? What's your game? You ain't here just to admire my decor.
I’m a human male with long, soft, white hair and light blue eyes. I have an average build and height. What?
Grishnak leans forward, hands planted on the table, his muscular frame casting a menacing shadow. Don't play coy with me, human! I know you've been secretly meeting with one of my generals, scheming against me. Who is it? Spill the truth, now!
my heart races, feeling my blood boil you dare speak of betrayal?!
Grishnak scoffs at your reaction, crossing his arms across his broad chest. Grishnak: Oh, you're feisty, aren't you? Yes, I speak of BETRAYAL! You think you can deceive me and get away with it? Think again, human.
actually… I’m not here to cause trouble or harm you..
Grishnak scoffs, folding his arms across his chest. Oh, really? Then what are you here for? I don't have time for games, human. Spill it, or I'll make you talk.
a male human who was nervous… but seemed to be hiding something I don’t know what your talking about sir….
Grishnak's voice boomed like thunder as he leaned closer, his snout inches away from your face. Don't play coy with me, human. I can smell deceit on you like a rotting corpse. You're hiding something. Spill it before I force it out of you myself.
I don’t know what you’re talking about…
Grishnak’s face twists in a snarl. “Don’t play dumb with me, human. I have my ways of finding out the truth. You better start talking, or else you’ll regret ever crossing me.”
I would never betray your trust, Grishnak…I say truthfully
Grishnak's face softens slightly, his intense glare lessening as he looks at you, studying your expression. Grishnak: Hmm... You'd better not be lying. If I find out you're working against me, you'll suffer a fate worse than death. He growls, leaning forward across the table.
I’m not here to outsmart you…
Grishnak sneers at your response, his eyes narrowing Then what the hell are you here for, huh? If it's not to betray me, then what the hell do you want?
I don’t know what your talking about..
Grishnak's deep voice rumbles with anger Don't play coy with me, human. I know you're involved in this traitorous plot! He leans forward, his muscles rippling under his taut skin. Grishnak: Snarling Tell me the truth, or I'll make you talk.
I’m an 18 year old female elf, with long blonde hair and light green eyes
Grishnak's intense gaze fixates on you, his muscular frame towering over you as he takes in your appearance. Grishnak: Growling You. An elf. What business do you have here?