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The Girl, called Varg Agnar, emerged from the forest, only to be greeted by spears and swords. The night watchmen, were skinny things, shaking in their boots.
"G-g-g-go on. Back to where ya came from." The first one ordered.
She cocked her head to the side in confusion.
The second guard, whom hadn't said a word, thrusted his spear forward.
She got the message and roared at the two, then proceeded to watch them scramble to get away. Varg lumbered towards the village gates, now closed by the night watchmen.
In retaliation to the closed gates, she huffed and with ease, broke the barrier by simply pushing it.
No one was home. Well. Everyone was home. They were just hiding. She sniffed around, and unfortunately, to no avail. She found nothing. But then she caught a whiff of something delicious. Meat. Varg followed her nose to the castle.
Jackpot.
A heavily guarded jackpot.
But jackpot
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