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[It's not long past dawn. There's a faint sound of shifting. A figure plops down onto the ground, staring out into the distance, to where the sides are fighting. When it speaks, the voice is raspy, familiar. However, at a glance it looks like someone dressed just like the fire giants.]

I'm about to go out and wreck some havoc. You alright?

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