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The outer wall of the house was starting to burn. “We’ve got
to get him out of here before we do anything!” Tarn shouted.
The orc rolled his eyes and spat on the ground. “Lying
pink-skin! All you pink- skins ever do is lie! You have less
honor than a gnoll pup! All of you! I will tell you nothing!”
“So, you fear dying with no honor! Pity you have none
left to lose. All that you have left is the hope of a warrior’s
death. Well, you will not have it. You are not worthy of it.
You are a coward, and a failure, defeated twice by pink-
skin, and now you are at our mercy. Tell me what I want
to know, or I’ll leave you with the female. She will not be
generous with you, and can be very… demanding.”
“Broken Claws.”
“Grom Ten-Kill. ”
“Ten-Kill?”
Logan rolled his eyes. “Okay, why did your chief attack
this village?”
“Draw out your fighting men. Lead them across great
river, where chief meet them in battle, destroy them, then
chief move onto bigger prey!”
“So do I.”