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| The dark elf has been spotted, Brurk. He consorts with dwarven kin. | |
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| Just like the sage foretold. | |
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| There is one thing that bothers me, though. | |
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| What might that be, Krosh? | |
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| The dwarf sounds Scottish. The dark elf's name is Tzzird. And yet, here we are, two orcs, conversing in - if I do say so myself - fine common. | |
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| ... We not that kind of orc? | |
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