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Who in Sand's name asked this? Where did you lose your life? I know, when I find you and slit your throat! Rediculous question!
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Both. It is during the heat of the midday that I prefer to rest.
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To become a sandstorm, angry and whirling, leaving nothing in its path.
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Allowing myself to become engaged. For a split second, I believed him when he said he loved me. I knew better.
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Not being born one into this sickening "Blood Elf" society. Blood, my left tit! Most of these simpering sycophantic fops would faint at the sight of their own, much less revel in the taste of their enemies leaking down their blades.
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Nothing. If you need to know it, I will tell you. If I have not,as you say, 'opened up', then you do not need to know.
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Lust... It makes people do all sorts of things... be it lust for sex, money, power... It can make them so easily deceived and manipulated.
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And I should tell you this why?
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Not leaving the desert earlier... Silvermoon is a decaying corpse, ready to be devoured.
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Perhaps. Why would I tell them if they are hidden, though
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With my hand wrapped around my enemy's throat, my blade sunk deep into flesh... so that I may them with me.
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Being afraid... it makes people act stupid, or recklessly.
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I barely remember my childhood.
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Though not strange to me, you may likely find scorpion poison sacs strange.
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It is where I am from. I believe you call it Tanaris.
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At this point in my existence, likely the Caliph.
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A what or a who? Nonsense, all of it.
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