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... tusks. Or whatever the hell you called the big, sharp teeth jutting from an orc’s lower jaw.
Blake did his best.
Ilya was literally tearing at his recently made clothes, practically growling when she found his pants were held up with a belt. The metal buckle was obviously unfamiliar, and for a moment she pulled and fumbled at it without success.
“It’s the little pin thing. You’ll need to…”
Ilya snarled, produced a literal knife from somewhere under her dress, and ...
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