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... azily asking.
The Orc patted her hair: "Let’s go, afraid of getting beaten."
Then, he repeated the conversation of the Orcs they had just overheard to her.
Ji Nuan burst out laughing, wondering which tribe these live-wire Orcs belonged to, their imaginations really running wild.
In the time that followed, neither spoke, slowly slipping into slumber.
The patrols around the camp continued diligently.
"Shaman, if we need test the Black Quicksand tomor ...
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