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- Vuel was right. He couldn’t kill this man. He couldn’t kill even these hyenas. In rage, Karn reared his head back, howled, and flung out a massive arm. His fist struck the food-laden wagon. It lurched up into the air. Raw haunches of pork tumbled up. Onions pelted down. Wheels turned in languid suspension above the ground. Soldiers scattered, and with a great crunching boom, the wagon smashed onto the quay. Its profound impact was followed by shocked silence from the warriors.
- “Behold—” crowed Vuel viciously, “the guardian has slain someone at last!”
- Karn looked. There, jutting from beneath the wagon’s ruined bulk, were the lifeless legs of a small village boy.
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- Rath and Storm, Karn's Tale
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