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Heimir nodded towards Alko, as you can’t chop off someone’s head with a hammer, but Alko had already figured it out himself.
- Y-yes, - the dwarf drawled, - We should ambush that scoundrel near those… what were they called… “Raven Heads”? Ugh, “White Ravens.” Oh, and half of us have already left! Never mind, we’ll wait for Matthias to recover and catch up.
Nokou hoped that Heimir would tell him more about rune magic.