Goblin Shaman

Part 4 - A Battle of Wits and Strength

The shaman stood before her, a hulking figure draped in tattered robes, a staff adorned with intricate runes in hand. His blood-red eyes fixed on Raelin, and she felt an overwhelming sense of dread wash over her. It was as though the shaman's gaze had pierced her very soul. Her limbs grew heavy, and her mind foggy.
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