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“I told you all dozens of times, I’m retired!” Swartkrans repeated for the umpteenth time. She had said that when they asked for her help against the Ogres, and she had said that again and again during the fight, and she said it one more time when the fight had ended.
They were now assessing the situation and counting their wounds.
Swartkrans was panting, looking around herself at the absolute mess her cabin, always so clean and tidy, had become. She was exhausted, sweaty, and bleeding from a cut on her arm.
She emitted a sigh: “Yes, I missed this.”