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Compassion. Reod had been accused once or twice of not having it. It was an acquired trait, formed after years of battle. No time for compassion in a battlefield. Even if this wasn't a battlefield, compassion had long since left Reod.
"Jadrich, you bastard...", he muttered to himself, "we've no time for this."
It was too late. Jadrich was on his way.
Reod shook his head. Even if this went well, they would lose time. Reod then spurred his own horse.
"If we must...", he called out to Jadrich.
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