Whilst that craven fool, Mok'Morokk, wallows in power and Tharg wrestles the demons of sorrow and vengeance and vies for leadership of the clan, I seem to be the only one concerned with identifying the source of aggression on our old home. Why the puzzled stare, adventurer? Expecting me to speak like an uncouth ruffian merely because I am an ogre? Now back to business, bring to me the hearts and tongues from the whelps and hatchlings. I shall trace the root of this evil...
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