This is just background fluff, you'll at least make it to the first winter of the reclaim.
Speaking of fluff:
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'What are they talking about, Ginji?'
'Shhh! I'll tell you if you shut your mouth, Ascubis.'
'...kîxatuvu mëx'th?'
'...seer?...girl.'
'Fyvuru! Jysokijatnsh kath oguze akÑsÅrÑ.'
'...never!...desertbeasts, clan name?...haven't heard that before...bear...head.'
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'...ësò mëx'th.'
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'What's going on Ginji?' whispered the nervous Jervous.
'Tell us. What are they saying?'
At this the rag of a door flew back, an orc barged into the room, grabbed her by the rags she was wearing, and dragged her, screaming, outside.
'Ginji!'
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Cazador could hear the scream in the camp from his vantage point on the wooded hill. One of the orcs seemed to be hold a young dwarven girl aloft, and the other orcs were jeering and howling at the top if their lungs.
'What in the deeps?' He growled, readying his human-made crossbow, and signaling his squad of marksdwarves. All freed slaves and freeborn dwarves who had fought for their survival for years.
'What are they doing, Caz?'
'I have no idea, Urist, But I think we're going to have a fight.'
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Magua and his dwarves were the other side of the camp, and were well on their way towards it. Suddenly, they heard a loud scream coming from the camp, and the sound froze them in their tracks.
'What was that?'
'I don't know.'
'Sounded...like a female.'
'Dwarf?'
'Yeah.'
'Settle down, damn it, we're pretty close to the camp, and there are probably sentries around.' whispered Magua.
'There were.'
All the dwarves jumped around, looking for the speaker, their hands grabbing their hammers.
'Who said that?'
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