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93 Tournament
That night however, after an exhausting day of coordinating programs and greeting people all over town, Janus decided to take one final stop. He made his way through the barracks in one of the practice yards. Only a few guards were stationed here, with everyone posted on the festivities and most heading home for the big day tomorrow. Janus heard noises coming from the yard, someone was hacking at the practice dummies. He knew he would find him here. He slipped in quietly, trying to not get noticed. It was easy, there was no one else around. Except for Grotash. The orc was sweaty and panting heavily. He held a practice sword in one hand and a small club in the other. This wasn't a normal sparring session, but Grotash was giving it his all. Yelling and exerting with every swing,
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