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"You mean Salem, East Khand, Boromir?" asked Macalaure, breaking his silence, "Well, there were no werewolves left in the end, were there? But surely you are right. We should overcome our desperate situation with as few side casualties as possible. I have to admit that, despite being an Elf, Lommy is speaking some sense. Silence is of no avail, as is chattiness. But the day is yet young."
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