There was a girl who came from the North. You saw her. You asked your brethren if she was fuckable. They said "meh". You took their word. They were right. She was meh fuckable; but she was lovable. Your folk spent ages looking for yellow eyes and thick skins. That is why you love so rarely and so intensely. Were you able to enjoy the small things instead of thinking on slaying dragons, you'd be much happier, Young Espeche.
We saw her the day she walked in. We told you about her. You said "meh". Now you're curious. Well, we did told you so.
Hunt, Young Espeche, hunt fast and hunt good. Show what a true Member of the Horde is capable of doing. Have no fear, for you cannot fail. Have no haste, for time only troubles those who fear Death. Have no shame, for this is what you are. Be proud. Make us proud. Make your Horde proud.
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