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Half drowsy from the night before, Krak nonetheless snapped back to attention.
Banshees were a serious threat to him for several reasons. First and foremost was their scream. It could kill even the most diciplined man in an instant.
He was not afraid to die, but he wanted to do so in battle. He could not battle a banshee, his axe would cut only thin air.
The Dwarf grabbed the nearest candle and proceeded to put balls of wax in his ears. Then he walked over to the bar.
"I fer one know yer keepin' several Rhun Makaz in 'ere. If'n there's banshees comin' ye'd bet'r let me 'ave one.
Eh? What'd ye say?"
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