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Adohorn
Adohorn's full concentration was on the Warg, he was facinated yet saddened with her tale. He could only imagine being stuck inside a Warg's body, cursed for centuries, it sounded horrible. He knew he should ask some questions, but at the same time he knew he had a duty to the others, and he must make haste on getting back.
"Ok, I will do as you ask, may you rest in peace.
And with that Adohorn solemly drue his dagger and slit the Warg's throat, cutting right through to the other side. Blood sprayed at him and he felt himself humbled. Standing for a few moments he reflected on his own life and thanked the gods that he was alive in his own body and he hadn't befallen this fate.
Then he made haste, retracing his steps as fast as possible back to the others...
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