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The mountains bend to no one.
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The smith a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands. And the muscles of his brawny arms, Are strong as iron bands.
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The dragon has no pretense of compassion, no false mask of civilization—just hunger, heat, and need.
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You're in luck. I brought enough to share.
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A warcaller merely brings the herd together. After that, the meat-hunger is all the encouragement they need.
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The bane of countless shattered weapons, each a failure to slay her.