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"Hmmpf, ferst ye come in 'ere with yer tales o' dragonslayin', complete with that 'ead ye bought or stole, an' now yer tryin' ta tell me yer actually commandin' a squad o' them dragonknights? Ifn that ain't braggin' I don't know what is. Go tell yer tales ta some drunkard an' leave me me table, Elf."
Krak seemed to have calmed down a little, as he let the butt of his axe rest on the floor now. What could be seen of his face seemed a little less red as well, although he was far from relaxed.
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