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Occupation:
I will be an unemployed barber.
As the elves do not seem to grow a beard, I must be a victim of a poor career-advisoring at school... Although in the Middle-ages the people caring for any operations at the battlefield, or otherwise, were the barbers - the only guys with sharp blades anyway.
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
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