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"Yeah, I knew dey would be." Glanos said with a hint of regret in his voice. "Da Horde would 'ave made sure da other villages near Narim were swept." Glanos looked down into his empty mug.
"Da risks are minimized when ju got some help. Say, dat tattoo of yers. Yer a Skull Hammer. Perhaps yer clan would let me join dem in a mob raid when ju go out next. I'm lookin' to add more battle scars to me name... and a little gold wouldn't hurt neither."
A raid would be good but Glanos knew that it would take some planning beforehand, which could take cycles. For now, matters in Orckon were the business of the day, and Glanos turned to the pits where some angry mobs were always flying fists. Glanos gave a grunt in amusement and then turned to more pressing matters.
"Phylog!" Glanos roared. "How many times must I tell dose half-wit servers!? Brew and step on it!"
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