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| "I'll give you a choice, drow," he says. "Leave or die. I'll never accept one of your kind into this organization." | |
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| I have a better offer. My companions have the clues to find the floating city you're after. Let me join, and I'll lead you right to it. | |
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| I've said it before, and I'll say it again: The murderous drow has no friends. | |
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