So his mother taught him the rudiments of how to fight. Good. This would make things certainly more enjoyable. Tharok loved a good fight.
"I'm not particularly interested in your sad excuse for a museum, halfling." Tharok swung again, not even stepping back. "Where's your backup this night? The other halfling?"
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