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e blended
with the fear and loathing that accompanied that motion, for he was a
centaur. Not a monstrous large one like Stuyr and his band. No, this
young man'taur was only a few inches taller than I was, and yet I wanted
him. And I feared him. Yet he seemed so likeable, so approachable. But,
he was an actor. I did know if his look was as much facade as the voiced
he took on when he played behind the curtain.
And yet, I did not want to fear him. I wanted to approach him. And
so I did. As he grabbed a mug of beer and stepped outside into the cool
spring night air, I followed him. He was standig there, just outside the
door, staring up a the stars. "Sir?" I asked.
"Hello," he said, turning to me with a smile. "Are you enjoying the
show? Say, you're not one of those women from Darachmod, are you?"
I nodded, fearfully. "Yes, I am."
"I understand you had a little trouble with the Atrimadt last year.
They are a brutal people, the Atrimadt."
"I do not know the word."
"The barbarian Centaurs from the north who were flushed out in the
last great war up there. They took refuge in your mountains, I
understand."
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