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Danir and Kristoph silently made their way through the camp.
"Where do you two think you're going?"
The bald head of Gregor was facing their frozen forms; the smile on his face hideously self-gratifying.
"I think I'll wake everyone up," he snickered.
As Gregor opened his mouth to shout, his voice was silenced by Kristoph's dagger piercing his throat.
That smile, still on his face, belied the fear in his eyes, as Gregor gurgled, and stumbled to the ground.
Danir leaned over the body of his former friend. "It should've been my dagger, but either way, justice is served."

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