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Maiev:An orc! I smell the stench of demons about him. 

 

Drak’thul:Rest easy, stranger. This old wander has no quarrel with you or your kin. I am Drak’thul, once a powerful warlock of the Stormreaver _(1)_. Now I am the last of my kind. 

 

Maiev:What are you doing here? 

 

Drak’thul:Your pardon, lady, but I am hunted by restless ghosts. They’ve chased me day and night for nearly twenty years. Perhaps if you silence them for me, I will tell you my tale. 

 

Maiev:___(2)___.