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. "And not only us. It happened to every tribe on the
island. We used to be a fierce, proud people," the chief
added, his dark eyes flashing. "Our tribes were constantly at
war. To win honor and glory in battle was what we lived
for, to die fighting was the noblest death a man could find!
Now, we lead lives of drudgery - "
"Our hands in dishwater instead of blood," said another.
"Mending clothes instead of cracking skulls."
"To say nothing of what ELSE we're missing, without
the women," added a third with a meaningful look.
"Well, why don't you go get them back!" Tanin
demanded.
The warriors, to a man, looked at him with undisguised
horror, many glancing over their shoulders at the smoking
volcano, expressions of terror on their faces, as if fearing
they might be overheard.
"Attack the powerful Lord Gargath?" asked the chief in
what was practically a whisper. "Face the wrath of the
Graygem's master? No!" He shuddered, holding his child
close. "At least now our children have one parent."
"But if all the tribes fought together," Sturm argued,
"that would be, how many men? Hundreds? Thousands?"
"If there were millions, we would not go up against the
Master of the Graygem," said the chief
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