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Sitting around listening to the seemingly endless debate about nothing, in his mind, Kuric grew increasing agitated and irritated with this lot he had found himself with. Then, out of nowhere there was a deserter. As Kuric watched Eric leave, he shook his head in disgust and with narrowed eyes, venomously hissed "coward".
He could scarcely take it much longer and grew weary with the increasing delays. "Why won't this rag tag lot of 'defenders' make some sorta decision? I suppose there are a few more cowards in the bunch that are lookin fer a way out," Kuric though to himself. Kuric looked around determined to assess who would be the next yellow bellies to leave the defenders.
"Volunteer to look good, is all there doing and then when danger looks at them they put their tail between their legs and run."
"Bah!" He spat.
Finally some younger man began to speak of a man named Jak. Too many names confused Kuric as most men all looked the same to him and the same for hobbits. He never could quite tell the difference in their appearance. But this Jak fellow was not known to him so he decided to question the young man a bit.
Shooting a quick glance to Parkun Kuric asked, "Who is this Jak fellow ya speak of lad? Is he friends with orcs and trolls and the sort? Why do we be worryin about him any?"
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