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Karim was drinking. Why wouldn't he be? Clan life was just.. Tense. Watching
Brynjar Threist
and
Gerwald Lechner
and their.. Was that a duel? People fighting with words over who would strike first was kinda.. Well. Weird. And nothing got resolved? He let out a grumble before leaning towards the table beside him. Just grabbing a couple pieces of bread before slinging them at the two before they left."Oi. Dipshits. Stop fightin' like you're human trash. Just go wolf and let loose. Easy."
He took a long drink of his mug, looking as unimpressed by the display as possible. Better they hate him than each other.
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