The Lalafell King dispatches his monsters from half the world away. They're clumsy beasts, and the piled debris is slippery.
The Lalafell King dispatches his monsters from half the world away. They're clumsy beasts, and the piled debris is slippery.
We Roegadyn do what we were trained to do, what we were bred to do, what we were born to do. No prisoners. No mercy.
Carry stacks of crates?
We send the shattered weapons and the fragile armor back to the Lalafell King's feet. The Lalafell King is displeased with his generals... He disciplines them.
When you deal with human beings, never count on logic or consistency.
Fluid like water. Smooth like silk. Pepperoni like pizza.
The Lalafell Warrior Elite... they fail our Captain's test. And the Lalafell King who fancies himself a god, feels a very mortal chill crawl up his spine.
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