After the creepy blue goblin-wolf things are driven off and everything settles back down, Rask mutters in his bedroll to himself:

“taste like blood and steel…”

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“War… man.. abomination spirt… pester you?

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War… sh… what… the dwarveson ThuBalDor fell?

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“Knock knock… gifts… How many souls… the blade is full? war …man?”

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Later… sleepily…

“…ak the Endless… wh.. talk.. with… soul’s in the blade…”