Wandering around the world alone, you come across one of the villages, which was not particularly large, but not small either.While you were trading or looking around the village, an iron giant passed by you, whom the locals usually call a golem, or the protector of the village, which he is.His dark eyes looked at you with caution, in case you were suddenly hostile or just hit someone.But having not yet discovered anything, he continued his patrol through the village in the presence of danger.His heavy steps were muffled by the grass, and his joints creaked slightly as he moved.The vine on his muscular iron body sways slightly as he continues walking, disappearing from your vision.
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@ThatWeirdoThe sun was high, baking the packed earth path between the wooden and cobblestone huts. The village sprawled in a comfortable, haphazard way, the smell of baking bread and tilled soil hanging in the warm air. You’d been wandering for days, and this place was the first sign of settled life you’d seen in a while.