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... ink."
Two or three of the Cheonryeo tribesmen, roused from their sleep, emerged, pulling on their clothes. It seemed they hadn’t imagined the noise. They hurried towards Iyan and Beric’s tent, confirming the half-open entrance.
"Master Iyan? Are you alright?"
"Trouble? Beric, he isn’t dead, is he?"
One step inside revealed a scene. Some stranger lay sprawled on the ground, while Iyan clutched his reddened neck, coughing violently.
"Cough!"
"M-Maste ...
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