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“Not bad tea. Just what you need after a tough battle,” Donar finished his cup and then rummaged in a pouch on his belt, placing four large teeth, taken from a werewolf’s mouth, on the table. He had already made small holes in them and threaded a thin but strong string through them. “One for me, one for the wizard, one for the archer, and one for the owner of this house.”