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waiting in the shadows of the trees, Akrami-Noti crouched and waited patiently...
.oO("how could the elvish elder expect me to steal the sacred yard o beef, while this battle ensues?")
done with his thought, his two daggers glistening in the light he hops down from his perch and rushes the field...
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