“Wrath and vengeance, grudge and strife, we march into the afterlife! Rhump-rhump-rhump...”
“Could you stop that, Gurnisson?”
“Stop that? Baah, nonsense, Azul-Kang! The Speech of Borri Stonehand is a fine tale to kill foulskins to!” Dalbran shook his head, his beard swaying on long, gentle strokes.
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