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Verloren
Verloren's face had steadily gotten darker throughout Illek's description, and a look of disgust at the mention of what would happen to her. Her eyes were burning fire and she yanked both swords out of their sheaths, "Go back? After that? Nay! Drajlough must pay for the dishonor he would have caused me! That crafty son of an orc won't make a treat out of me! Especialy not for some witch!" she was trembling with supressed rage, her knuckles white on her glowing swords,"Are you going to help me, or shall I do this myself!" she was ready to tear someone apart.
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