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Pile O'Bones
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I tell the two to lower their voices, as I peer out the window. The horde is passing through...Oh how I cannot stand the smell of orcs.
"Pause a moment...they are leaving!", I exclaim. It seems that these orcs are on their way to another city. We should stay out of their way for the time being. Stay in the inn...If they were to attack here, they wouldn't see daybreak. There must be a number of warriors present who would stop the fiends. The commotion has ceased, died down. I can relax once more. The thought of orcs surfaces tension inside. I became thirsty and had not realized. I ask the barkeep for another pint. Yes...pints always wash the troubles away... |
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