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Hurm. . .hoom. . .baroom-boom
I don't want to supplant the rightful role and place of the redoubtable Pio, but I shall -- this once -- assume the mantle that is so ably worn by herself and note that:
The game will be closing on Monday, and there's still a ravening pack of orcs to deal with and resolutions to be achieved. . .
*Fordim wanders back into the forest barooming thoughtfully*
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Scribbling scrabbling.
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