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The reason for cultists' presence here still baffles me, but I smell a familiar scent over the bloodshed. One of our circle druids, Haalien, disappeared months back. It appears he's thrown his sorry hide in with the cultists. Show him what happens when he spills the blood of his kin! Take his head and return it to me.
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Are our brethren's lives truly worth so little to you, Haalien?
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<Elegael grimaces at the severed head, but nods curtly.> Thank you, ‹namn›. No matter how much rage I have within me, it would have been difficult to strike down my own cousin. Do not mourn for him. His ignorance and malice has killed many innocents this day.