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Gypsy Feather Pouncer
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Rungord seems so far removed now from his former self, once guffawing with guttural laughter at my own humiliation before my peers.
"All right. So why are you here? What do you want?"
A look of soulless desperation crosses the human's face. He looks broken, empty. I half expect him to begin weeping, but his eyes are dry.
>"I didn't come here to fight you, Muschio. I don't have any more anger in me. I only followed you because... I have to know."
He avoids my eyes, staring down at the floor with a hollow gaze.
>"Please. Just tell me what happened to her."
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