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The EndThe night before the festival, we make our way to the outskirts of the village where we set up our camp. We all have our own tents, each protected by a rope and a pair of spikes. The villagers, being suspicious, send in a bunch of people to check us out. Theyre about to leave when a large figure steps out of a hut. Looks like the head of a man, but his skin is leathery and scaly, and his hair has grown completely grey. Hes about half my height and has a huge sword in one hand. He looks at us all, frowning, and shakes his head. He motions for the villagers to leave before continuing. I am not a man you can cross until you agree to join my. He says, opening his hut and stepping inside. I say, turning around and walking out of the hut. Youve obviously made up your mind, but you do not have the strength of mind to change your mind. Im not saying youre going to get the girl. But, if youre determined enough, you could join me. You wont have to come crawling to me everytime you got a problem, and you wont have to make a deal. So youre just going to dump me on the side to be exploited for years by some asshole. But if you really want to join me, you need to do one thing. Even if you do have a sword of your own, you need to apologize to me. If they really want to join me, youll do the right thing. The kids dont understand why Im getting so mad. When I get back to the village, the chief is watching a dance show on TV. Wessel steps out of the TV room with a large, shiny silver sword in hand.

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