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How is it that I found an infiltrator among the ranks while you lot stood around like useless clots of clay? Were you lot too busy drinking or coming up with more ridiculous stories of past exploits? Did this hapless spy bribe you with sweet rolls?
Perform better, or you'll get a surprise from me. And my surprises usually involve a sharp dagger, flung from a distance, and piercing your heart. You'll be dead before you can form a last thought.
Bah! Why do I bother? I'm not even sure you idiots can read.