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Morguerat
The shiny one wasn't speaking, and Morguerat couldn't understand his gibbering tongue anyway, so mimicing the walking motion the bearded man had made, Morguerat then proceeded in a random direction, not really caring whether he was followed or not, standing around left him too much room for thought, and if he was moving he could rally his chaotic brain with the journey, left right left right left right reft light rift leght onward and offward, lift and loft, the loft laughed at the lift. And so his thoughts went as he walked his sword back on his back\; waiting for the chance to draw blood again. The red liquid also seemed to help his thoughts focus, although mere monsters like spiders and crawlers did very little to ease his confusion. A faint whisper promised that the blood of a man would end the pain and restore his identity.
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