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... ce was guttural, as I would expect from its flat ogre-shaped face. He was not talking to me, but Maveith was speaking in a language I could not understand. It was a few harsh phrases before Maveith responded in the same language. Two exchanged words, and my grip got sweaty on my hilt. The smaller manticore was lying down in misery, and I think Maveith’s first arrow did more damage than I thought.
His arrows were as thick as my thumb and longer than my arm. It must have penetrated the che ...
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