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  1. “Rargh. I am Varlag, of the Red Shield Clan! We will churn the fat in your bodies into the needed butter, if you have forgotten the capers again.”
    “I am Sthurthag, of the Black Knife Clan! We do not give our capers to lesser tribes. You may, however, use some of our sherry — it is fiery and of an ill quality, but it will fill your veins with burning.”

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