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... d the ragged, wheezing breaths of Marquis Grieve.
The Toad noble was lying in a heap of mud, his velvet suit ruined, his face swollen and purple from where the Wolf Lord had nearly taken his head off.
He groaned, trying to push himself up. His webbed hand slipped in the muck.
"My... my collection..." Grieve mumbled, spitting out a tooth. "I must... escape..."
Click. Clack. Click. Clack.
Footsteps echoed on the stone. Not the heavy, panicked boots of Warlor ...
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