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Owacyn jumped out of his bed as he heard the howling of the dog, within seconds Arathorn too was standing with weapon drawn. Owacyn had a look of fear slightly embedded in his face. "What is it?" whispered Arathorn?, "That howl...I know that howl...that's a dunelending hound!" Owacyn replied back. Arathorn looked puzzled. "Owacyn, we've just fought how many trolls?" and you're scared of a dog?", Owacyn looked at Arathorn. "Trolls are slow and stupid, these dogs are almost unbelieveably fast...and deadly...about the size of a wolf..."
Arathorn gulped slightly, "And how many are there?" Owacyn hook his head, "I only heard one...but we should be careful, there could be many more..." Arathorn shook his head, "What a foolhardy venture this is turning out to be, eh? Owacyn?"
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