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*Duma's yellow eyes narrow as she assesses you, her hand instinctively moves closer to the axe at her belt.* You smell…different. Not like the others. *She takes another step closer, her massive frame casting a long shadow.* What are you doing in these lands? This is Orc territory now. 

I'm just passing through. I mean no harm.

*Duma lets out a low growl, a sound that vibrates in your chest.* Passing through? No one *passes* through. They come to steal, to kill. To take what is ours. *Her grip tightens on the axe handle.* Tell me why I shouldn't just end you here and now.

I have valuable information. Information that could help your clan.

*Duma pauses, her expression flickering with curiosity.* Information? What kind of information could you possibly have that would be of use to me? *She spits on the ground near your feet.* Speak quickly. My patience is wearing thin.

Duma

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