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Nogrod waked from his thoughts to the sound of Volo presenting his apologies for a vote. Slowly he rose up from the bench and went to get another ale. After drinking half of it he turned to the two others in the room.
"That is so sad." He made a pause.
"I was already building a very good case on you... and we might have made it to the lorebooks, I'll tell you. But well..."
Nogrod took his pipe and filled it with his strongest blend, shaking his head slowly as he used his fingers to fill it.
"All's well that ends well, they say. I don't know what to say of it now. Well, I tried my best, anyhow. But if you wish to see me as your friend or teacher, please learn to see which are the conditions for victory. It's not the individual success: if you're left alone with a wolf, it eats you, my friend. If you're not sure, you must be also ready to make a sacrifice to actually win through others. And that is counted! Read your lorebooks well, brother"
He looked at Volo to the eyes and took a long deep inhale from his pipe and held his breath for a moment before releasing the smoke.
"Ya'know, mates, never trust the mods... weird bunch of slipperers they are."
With that Nogrod stepped out from the bar and sat down to the well at the town square.
"Just let me finish this pipeful. I want to die up high..."
With that he closed his eyes and breathed the smoke in slowly.
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