‘Do you seriously believe you would have lasted five seconds against the Iron Orchids without us?’ ‘No, but—’ ‘Silence, you talentless pissing pustule!’ The blustering actor pounded a heavy, hairy-knuckled fist against his own palm. ‘You would dare leave behind the great Ellias Abastrini while you chase after glory alone? Nay, I say thee, nay, a thousand times nay! I’ve acquired a taste for remonstrating venomous arse-boils, and I weary of the audiences that infest this ill-educated parochial little burg. My talents demand a larger stage than fits inside a mere city, and so will I, by grace of
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