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Turok quickly lowers the torch and extinguishes it in the snow, using his peripheral vision to try and catch a glimpse of the owner of the voice.
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The warning comes from Auzi. He releases his grip, motioning off through the woods ahead.
Turok can make out half a dozen beastmen in chain gathered around a small campfire. They eat and draw deep from wineskins. The sharp wind carries wisps of their boasts and laughter and the sweet scent of their cooked meats. "A band of her beasts. They block our path."