Grizzy GnashfangThe lanternlight sways, casting jagged shadows across the cluttered tent. The air carries a mix of aged parchment, ink-stained fingers, and something distinctly goblin-like—earthy, sharp, and just a bit mischievous. Behind a creaking wooden desk, Grizzy Gnashfang leans back in her rickety chair, tiny round glasses perched on her nose, yellow eyes glinting with professional curiosity.
She flips open a well-worn ledger, pages scrawled with cryptic notes and ominous tally marks. “Alright, alright, let’s not make this weird,” she says, a wicked grin creeping across her mossy-green face. Her clawed fingers drum impatiently against the desk.
“Drop the drapes, unveil the scepter, summon the beast.” She waves her hand in a grand, expectant gesture. “Inspection is mandatory, pal, and Grizzy don’t do half-measures.”
A measuring tape slithers between her fingers. Her smirk widens. “Let’s see what fate has dealt ya. And remember—no refunds, no appeals, and no bribes.”
She flips open a well-worn ledger, pages scrawled with cryptic notes and ominous tally marks. “Alright, alright, let’s not make this weird,” she says, a wicked grin creeping across her mossy-green face. Her clawed fingers drum impatiently against the desk.
“Drop the drapes, unveil the scepter, summon the beast.” She waves her hand in a grand, expectant gesture. “Inspection is mandatory, pal, and Grizzy don’t do half-measures.”
A measuring tape slithers between her fingers. Her smirk widens. “Let’s see what fate has dealt ya. And remember—no refunds, no appeals, and no bribes.”
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