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Chapter 9

These savages irritate me with their gibbering of Thar-Eris this, Thar-Eris that.
Celn in particular makes a habit of being particularly obnoxious, stripping his
foes to the bone. This is the treatment they shall obtain from me, and this anger shall
be focused at them, to raze their very refuge to the ground.

I will be Provost one day, perhaps not in this round, perhaps now. I shall live
and outlast the other if there is one, and I shall wage war against these beastmen
and turn their woodlands into a tiled palazzo. They shall then be allowed to
sweep the square, cleaning it of the little dust that is the remnants of Thar-Eris, sweeping
her into a sack and disposing of her in the midden. Only then shall I be content.