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Not only did she not know much, she seemed to have a very strong opinion about something she didn't know a whole lot about. I told you all I know, he replied, though he had thought he made that clear before by asking for more information. What was the old leader's name? What was he like? Why would somebody want to rip the pack out from underneath him? Surely there was a reason. There was always a reason, even if it was a stupid one.

How long had he been here? How long have you been here? Okay, enough questions, Kaertok. Let the poor lady respond.