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Calder wasn’t sure why he didn’t kill the man right now. He was Darktouched, after all. Something that apparently corrupted his very soul, turning him evil. He’s human, and not attacking me. Perhaps it shouldn’t have mattered. Human. Orc. Elf. An enemy—especially a Darktouched one—was an enemy.
I'm not sure either. He wipes out hecatombs of orcs, but won't take out an immediate threat?
If I can make it bleed, I can make it dead.
