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Attacking Minas Tirith with 3000 men? Ok, your funeral I guess.

"Southern Dwarves?" Quetzalcoatl said. "Vortor? These things you speak are madness, Dwarf. Your kind lives north. I think the heat of the desert may have gotten to you."

Suddenly, a panting sweating Tauredain messenger approached Quetzalcoatl with a note. "That Slythe making trouble again. I swear if she didn't control our entire economy I'd knock her down a  though she were a tree. Every time we come close to victory she finds a way to keep the Moredain going, and every time they're about to break our defences she finds a way to drive them off. Listen, Dwarf, stay and get attacked by Moredain, return to the north, or," he seemed to steel himself, "you could come with us to Verelisk. But make your choice, because we must return to the jungles."