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You point out the Shom’zaa commander to a Drodarin marksman called Fanar who is standing beside you at the barricade. With a wicked grin, he raises his Bor musket and takes careful aim. There is a flash and a loud report as he discharges his weapon. Then a cheer resounds from his comrades when they see the creature fall with Fanar’s shot lodged firmly in the middle of its forehead.

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