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Krak scowled at the young one.
"Ferst, yer an elf. Secn'd, I aint innerested in loot. I won't help ye no ma''er what. Go rot 'o somethin. An' I dun care about what yer father did withis blade either."
He turned back to the bar and drained his tankard in one go.
"Joseph, there's talk 'bout giants an' ogres an' trolls near. Ye won't see me again, I'm goin' out there an' die."
Krak unslung his axe and climbed a table. He poked wildly in the air with his weapon as he shouted to the other patrons.
"Someone ask that oathbreaker where 'is land is, Krak's goin' show them beasts who's boss! An' I want none o' yer ta get in me way, get back ta yer ales, ya hear!"
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