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“Looks like we got ourselves a rumble,” Brynjar said, crackin’ his knuckles. “Let’s give these dark elves a taste of Everlund steel!” The drow warrior lunged, her scimitar flashin’ in the dim light. The Heart of Xyl’thara pulsed with dark energy, and the room seemed to grow colder.