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“Alright…” Gray got up from his seat, paced back and forth, thought about something, and then sat back down on the sofa opposite Raphael and his guys. “So, here’s the deal. There’s a small village not far from the city, called Blixit, and recently an orc woman settled there. Can you imagine? A non-human just an hour’s ride from the capital of the empire! — The homeowner slammed his fist on the table. “And if that weren’t enough, she’s planning to get married, to one of the locals. An orc! Getting married! To a human! — Shaking his head from side to side in annoyance, he continued. “Our glorious leadership, of course, doesn’t approve of such things, but what can you do if the church allows it? Ugh! — Getting up from his seat, he shook his fist in the air. “But I won’t allow such an outrage! Not in my homeland! — Resuming his seat, his speech continued in a more calm tone. “In short, I want you to take care of her.”