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last great war up there. They took refuge in your mountains, I
understand." I knew instantly he was talking about Stuyr's tribe. "I want
to assure you that not all Centaurs are like that, just as I'm sure you
know not all humans are wont to be kind and loving, either. I'm glad your
people wiped them out in the end. They deserved it. And their bloodline
has been preserved elsewhere. We'll keep the breed alive, but hopefully
not the attitude." He grinned and sipped his beer. "What's your name?"
"Bethsany," I replied, nervously.
"Adam," he said, reaching out a hand. I took it, and he shook gently.
"Glad to meet you, Bethsany. I'm always pleased to meet someone who
actually comes out and thanks me for my work. It doesn't happen nearly as
often as I'd like."
"Adam," a voice came from the door. "Time to get started again."
"I haven't even finished one mug!"
"That's because you're slow. Come on!" The female centaur, Misha he
had called her, stood there,
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