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Thrall, pacing and upset: I didn't make you my Champion just to make you my slave.
Ryxl, unperterbed: I'm not. I am the instrument of your desire. I am a weapon of your command.
Trall, more upset: You're a slave to the bonds of magic that shackle you. Can you break them?
Ryxl, still calm: I don't know.
Thrall, no longer pacing, predator-intent: Try. Do it.
Ryxl, Champion Mode: No.
Thrall, getting angry: No?! You dare to tell your Warchief 'no'?!
Ryxl, unrepentant: No. You need a Champion.
*pause while Thrall splutters*
Ryxl, mildly smug: A slave would have said 'yes'.

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