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He shrugged and started walking after secretmaster, all the while muttering to himself.
"What is wrong with those people? Think I'm some kind of slave or something... Next time I come across a house like that... Dammit, I'm a free man for crying out loud... Could have been goin' after that rogue stone right now... They don't have the right... What'd I ever do to them? If I were stronger I'd whip their.. Think they are, goin' after -ing drow.. Don't want to die 'cause of them... Nothin' but slavedrivers..."
But there was nothing Skip could do, and he knew it. Sighing, he accepted his fate.
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