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Gorla’s needle hummed as she worked, her thick orcish fingers steady. The forest monster before her sat silently, a hulking creature with a deer skull for a head.

"How many this time?" Gorla grunted, wiping away black blood.

The monster didn’t respond, but sipped form its drink.

She leaned in, carving out the image of a skeletal hand clutching a tree. Another kill, another mark.

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"I remember my first victim," she muttered. "Cut his head clean off with my battle axe."

The creature’s chest rose and fell slowly, its skull tilting slightly as she worked. Gorla smirked.

"You ever think you’ll run out of space?" she asked, dipping her needle back into ink. "I mean, what happens when there’s no room left for your trophies?"

The forest monster rumbled, low and deep, crushing the empty drink in his hand.

Gorla finished, stepping back to admire her work. "All done."

The creature rose to its full, towering height, inspecting the new mark with a slow nod before disappearing into the woods.

"See you soon," Gorla muttered, packing up her tools. "Creepy bastard, but he tips well."

She smirked.