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On the fringes of the Goblin Tribe,
"Blech."
"So filthy."
An especially skinny Little Brother Brennan had sneakily run into a nearby river outside the tribe, vigorously scrubbing off the filth and unknown creatures'...
Droppings.
Not to mention the intellectually backward Goblin Tribe, even the ancient European Highlanders who barely reached the status of a lower-class war breed often lived in cities full of excrement.
"I'm gonna throw up."
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