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Thorgan laughs loudly as she begins to walk off, and then looks the other way. "Quite a useless brothel girl you were! Ye couldn't have sucked me cock sooner!" Thorgan picks up his warhammer and begins to walk off, roaring in laughter. He then looks over at what looks like a castle, and murmurs to himself."Finally, I fucking made it to Roin. I don't have handle anymore childish bull shit." Thorgan looks behind him, to see the pile of bandits again.

"It's useless hiding in plain site! Show yourself!" Michael Lupin suddenly appears, the Light Priest from before. He looks at Thorgan, and shakes his head. "He has used his dark imprints to make a copy of me, Thorgan. You saw it, right?"Thorgan nods, and then begins to speak, "We must gather all noble priests of the land of Ariasfil'. Ah can handle Orcs and Goblins. Ye handle the rest of them... Who the fuck is it?"

Michael turns around, "Not sure who it could be... It must be one of Sagris' Minions. He is not capable of imprinting magic, he would easily kill himself." Thorgan nods, and continues walking on. "Ye King wants to talk to meh, so if Ah die, get me son to help ye." Michael begins to laugh, "You know you can kill all of his guards with just one of your warhammers. I will see you, Czar Thorgan." A sudden burst of light is seen, and Michael disappears as the last version did. "Ah fuckin' hate when ye call me that Michael! Fuck ye!"