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[The warboss just shook his head. “Got things I gotta do here, Rem.”
Remy floundered awkwardly for a moment. It was strange, seeing Borky so solemn. The only time that compared was when the orc had spoken to him before he’d fought Agranak, and had been uncertain if he could beat the warchief. So Remy said simply, “Ah, of course, Borky.”]











