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Xnath cringed as he watched the oldest of the brothers incorrectly sharpen his axe. No wonder the damn thing was so chipped, there was no way it could deliver a clean kill. It was meant to torture; of that he had no doubt. He shook his head, it seemed like Azuk was the only sane one in the damn family. The one thing that was really starting to creep him out was the tune he was humming as he messed with the blade. The Orc recognized it as a child’s song.
“Why do I have to fight the sicko?” He grouched while walking toward him, no longer trying to hide.
“Who are you calling a sicko, bastard?” Onog growled, rising from his seat.
“The one who is singing kid songs. No wonder Azuk insisted on dealing with Urzog.” Xnath muttered, not caring what the male across from him thought.
“Urzog?
