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Verloren's eyes got wide. This could turn very ugly. Clearing her throat, she stpeed into the middle of the 3 men and gave them all stern looks, remembering to tug her hood up against the rain,
"Now really, this is no time to be squabbling over stolen bread," she fixed DK with an icy stare, then a dissaproving look at Darun's drawn sword, "Why don't we agree that whatever is going on in the east is whats important, ok?" she pursed her lips into a thin line.
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