[ Iramaat sighs wistfully. ] Of dreams, even. Here I am... sadly mortal. And apparently a monster. Which I suppose is an exchange, but not one I'd call fair.
[ She reaches up and idly scratches at one of her antlers. ]
I can't say I've heard of gronckle iron. Is that native to this world?
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[ Iramaat sighs wistfully. ] Of dreams, even. Here I am... sadly mortal. And apparently a monster. Which I suppose is an exchange, but not one I'd call fair.
[ She reaches up and idly scratches at one of her antlers. ]
I can't say I've heard of gronckle iron. Is that native to this world?