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We must prepare the new fleet of War Riders, ‹ras›! My riders are set to make a strike on the central battlefield; but first, I must wet their appetites - preparing them for the assault.
I need enough Stormpike Soldier Flesh to feed a fleet! Hundreds of pounds! Surely you can handle that, yes? Get going!
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The fleet feeds on their flesh. It consumes the enemy.
Flight is imminent!