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With a slight chill running through him, Dresdan sits atop his stead. He looks around at the others of his guild that are mounted beside him. In their eyes he sees the same look that they must surely see in his, anticipation and anger. Let us ride to this Churchland and reclaim the sword with all haste, we shall teach whomever done this that the GOTH are not to be triffeled with.
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