Matojo Furiey wasn’t used to being called anywhere to meet with anybody, but since it sounded like official business he put on his dress armour and his tabard and made sure to be fifteen minutes early, even though he knew that fifteen minutes of standing outside the barracks would be hell on wheels. Hell, on wheels, driven by a drunken goblin that
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