Suddenly, an extraordinary sight was beheld by all. Iarwain was break-dancing. The jolly old fellow was wiggling, jiggling and spinning all around. Then he jumped up and grabbed onto Menelien, swinging from on chandelier to the next in glee. Suddenly there was a crash and a wild yelp of pain as Iarwain tumbled down from the ceiling onto poor old saucepan, an innocent spectator.
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"And what are oaths but words we say to God?"
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