CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED & TWO

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Orian glanced down at his crude bowl, a frown on his face as he looked back up. "What are labour camps?" He asked with utmost confusion, the others sharing his confusion. This stunned the Mages from Thrika silent, how was it possible that they did not even know that there were labour camps, who were these people? "Are you perhaps referring to Thrika?" Gale asked with a brow up, slightly irritated that there was some information that they were privy to that he knew nothing of. Adrik threw a frosty look at the irritating Mage that acted pompous when he was an absolute, shallow fool. "I believe I was being concise when I mentioned Thrika and the labour camps as separate places, are you perhaps a dunce?" Oweyn snickered at this, hiding his actions behind his bowl of food which he held to

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