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Name: سورا 

Age: Middle-aged.

Summary: Raised by indigenous men of the mainland cliffs, and eventually became a spy posing as an ambassador - a rather pointless job considering the state of the Thornhus ethics commitee.

''  Welcome to the beautiful capital city of Thornlant. Trespassers will be detained, and possibly used as feed for the teraphyx in the zoo. Enjoy your stay!''

What a damn hospitable sign, سورا   thought, smirking. He traversed the perimeter until he came to a cliff that his bloodline had known well. He knew every step, and so climbed it easily. The entrance into the city from there was easy, just a climb down, and nobody questioned you once you were in the inner wall. He had the great stone house in his sights, and knew where the meeting room was located.

The pious men added a "soul duct" in so that if somebody died in there, their soul could escape and ascend to Heaven. It made no sense to سورا  why they hadn't instead dug a mineshaft in the middle of the room that led down to Hell.

He put his ear against the soul duct and instantly heard a provocative conversation:

"So what if we can't feed the proletariat? I'm telling you, turning all of our useless plowshares into swords will rip the walls of Normkin apart!"

"But then what will we plow our fields with, Thror?"

"Well, can't we just melt all the swords and turn them into plowshares when Normkin falls?" said Thror.

"Half of our Blacksmiths have already broken their wrists!"

A much deeper voice emanated from the center.

"Thror and Dave, why can't you get along? The crappy Normkin tariffs were better than this."

"What's your genius idea then, Lord Thornhus III?" said who سورا  assumed was Dave.

The Lord spoke words of pure evil.

"Why the hell do we need a proletariat? Let's just get rid of the worthless people that can't fill their own mouths."

"Yes!" cried Thorin.

"For once, I agree!" decreed Dave.

"Then it is settled. Killings begin tomorrow. Maybe some can be gladiators."

"Gladiators?" cried Thorin. "Our teraphyx are red enough already!"

And so the bickering begun again.

سورا  realized that the Thornhus were destroying ther own innocent people. I must help the enemy, he thought, but not be traitorous. I must save this corrupt society.