The orc encampment steamed gently in the sunshine.
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Barashkukor, leaning scabby elbows on the parapet of the Nin-Edin fort, gazed down from the mountainside at a wilderness only the vultures could love. He tilted his dented helmet back on his head. "So what do you get if you cut the legs off a warrior?"
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Marukka gave a baritone chuckle, waving her jagged sword in the air for emphasis. "A low-down bum!"
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(from Grunts!, by Mary Gentle)
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