Gravel crunches under your feet, but the nymph isn't startled at the sound, she merely turns her head slightly

EnglishDeutschFrançaisРусский简体中文日本語

Gravel crunches under your feet, but the nymph isn't startled at the sound, she merely turns her head slightly. "I can smell you, hound. Your kind always reeks of fear, subservience — it's unmistakable. Why are you here?"

Related passages

Gravel crunches under your feet, but the nymph isn't startled at the sound, she… — Kingmaker