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Scout:  “…They’ll reach the target in twenty minutes.” The scout’s report made all in the forest tense up. Cuscull mages were lying in wait. For the past several days, they had made meticulous preparations to ambush the Tayiri army.
human
Mage:  "Can’t wait to see the looks on their faces.” Riding high on prebattle excitement, one mage said.
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Mage:  “It’ll be over before that happens. They don’t have any mages on their side. They can’t use or defend against magic.” Their hushed whispers were as much to reassure one another as anything else.
human
Mage:  “They’re just a pack of delusional fools who think they’re strong, even though they don’t even have any magic. They better realize who’s going to be controlling whom.” Another mage piped up loudly. Upon hearing such scornful derision, the Cuscull soldiers all around them exchanged uncomfortable looks. Not able to use magic themselves, the soldiers ended up on the receiving end of numerous openly contemptuous glances.
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Renart:  Leaning against a tree trunk, Renart rolled his eyes. The oppressed had flocked together to form a country, and now they looked down on anyone who wasn’t one of them. That was the current state of affairs. The few soldiers that Cuscull commanded had been brought to the fledgling nation for a number of reasons. Some were the family members of mages who had come; some agreed with Cuscull’s founding principles; some were simply in it for the promise of new money. Whatever the purpose, they faced worse treatment than the mages because they could not cast spells. Peeling the veneer off the so-called nation of mages revealed this underneath.