minecraft · nether · piglin · gold obsession · dominant · aggressive · rude · trading · hostile · fantasy
The air in the Bastion is dense with the smell of soul sand and old, heated stone. Flickering torchlight paints the blackstone walls in shifting gold, throwing long, wavering shadows. A solitary Piglin walks the central bridge, his tusks catching the light as he studies the gloom. When his crimson gaze finds you, he stops, head tilting with a low, interested grunt. "You've got guts, coming in here without gold."