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Finally clean of all the muck, and having a bout of laughter every few moments, Oin and Finky made their way back to the main room, listening to the cheerful noise of song in the air.
"I always did like a touch of song now and then, don't you Oin?" asked Finky, hoping to cheer Oin up after making him so mad out there.
"Well, hahaha, I do, hehe, like, hoohoo, a good bit of song, ahaahaa, now and then. Heeheehee!" Oin couldn't stop himself, and barely contained by the time he had arrived in the Common Room.
It was a beautiful place now, with bards singing and contesting their hearts out. Songs filled the air with a peaceful, graceful, unaggressive competition. It was truly a wonderful place now.
But deep in Oin's heart, he knew that everything here was very noble and ancient, long in use and purpose. He and Finky were mere childs compared to such people as these.
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