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Ogrim nodded his understanding as Glanos explained he lacked concern as to whether his business rivals discovered his plans. The one eyed greenskin was obviously unaware of the particular details surrounding his erstwhile companion’s situation in Portshire, but Ogrim had always thought the less information your enemy knew about you and your machinations, the better.
”I’m always lookin’ ta raid. But whether I get out or not is another matter. I know of the villages, I was at Narim when it was conquered and skirted them afterward but they would’ve been raped by now, picked clean by the more canny mobs’ll and have nothin’ to offer.” Ogrim took a swig of brew to wet his throat, he was not used to talking and his voice grew ragged quickly. ”You gotta cast your eye further a field to find the real fat marks. Towns closer to human cities that think they are safe from attack. Course, traveling that far from Orckon can be a risk, but it can pay off.”
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