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Twang, twang! Feuer frei.
Setting[]
The North
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| Lord Commander | The legion will cease its advance. |
| Soldier 1 | My Lord Commander? |
| Soldier 2 | The rabble is defeated. We should seize the advantage. |
| Lord Commander | We will. Call for the halt. |
| Soldier 2 | Yes, Lord Commander. |
| Lord Commander | Battlemage, line of fire. |
| Soldier 2 | Battlemage, line of fire, aye. |
| Lord Commander | Arrows at the ready? |
| Soldier | Yes, Lord Commander. |
| Lord Commander | Loose. Burn it to the ground. |
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