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He smirked and leaned back on the chair, “A bit small for the ruler of the largest pack in the realm, don't you think?”
“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Keyleth stepped to my side, her arms folded against each other. “Tell us about the rot and we might just let you live.”
“What shall I call you?” The wolven asked again, the smirk on his face dropped.
“Oliver. Just Oliver.”
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“Koren?” The word rolled off Keyleth's tongue as the male looked with obvious annoyance.
“Soren.” He snapped at her, turning a sharp gaze towards me. “Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.”
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