"But the wind is a howling force-- one that rips through houses and trees. If my whining could rival the wind, it would already best it, blowing you away.
And what of you? You tiny woman, you dark-haired succubus, come to destroy. I will not take your insults for long."
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"But the wind is a howling force--
one that rips through houses and trees.
If my whining could rival the wind,
it would already best it, blowing you away.
And what of you? You tiny woman, you dark-haired
succubus, come to destroy. I will not
take your insults for long."