Hear my words well: we will not yield a single blade of grass to the centaur. Go to their camp now, before they have rested and have a chance to ride to our village. Slaughter them all. Ensure none escape to the Barrens to rally others to their aid. If you find the leader of this would-be raiding party, bring me his head so that it may serve as a warning to others who dare tread on our ancestral homeland.
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