Exit, pursued by a hero

And as the jeep finally turned round and began to trundle eastward, a muttered conversation drifted after it at ground level from the ruins of the castle.

"We wuz robbed."

"Yeah."

"There wuz hundreds of us. Thousands."

"Yeah."

"We should of kicked ass."

"My bruvver --"

"What about ya bruvver?"

"My bruvver was with them orcs at that Moria place. He said it happened there too. Thousands of us and then the nine of them gets out and all."

"I call it discrimination, I does."

"Yeah."

"We need a new gig."

"There's this white witch hiring down the road . . ."

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