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"ORCS could be here" the Elf King thought. "I've never been in this city before. There could be ORCS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE ORCS" he thought. Lute music reverberated in the air, making him pulsate even as elven wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) revulsion towards orcs. "With a horse you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself out loud.