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Lord Hammerstripe placed his hammer over his shoulder, a sorrowful expression on his face as he looked at the dying werewolf. He sighed heavily and spoke with a heavy Dwarven accent. “I’m sorry, laddie. I was too late to save yeh. I can only free yeh now.”
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