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4/20/2015 10:09:23 PM
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[b]He takes the ashes begrudgingly.[/b]
[i]One of these days, peasant. I will add your ashes to the pot.[/i]
English
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[b]The others speak to you in unison, in a dialect you decipher as Olde English.[/b] We look forward to the date. And for the record, your all talk no walk queen played you like the rest of these people. If you saw her in her prime, the lives she'd taken, the reputations she ruined, your Vulcan gods would gaze in awe...
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[i]Do you ever stop to think that may be WHY we made the alliance, peasant?[/i]
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Because you feared her, as we once did. [b]I sheathe my blade and hold her Estoc in two hands.[/b] Count yourself lucky we're letting you leave.
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[i]Please, you peasants couldn't stop me if you tried. I dwarf that woman...[/i]
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So it would seem... [b]The five Marauders leave the hillside, for ashes are all that remain.[/b]
