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Morm the Tall Doctor is dead - even as I didn't quite believe it at the first sight. I had to run all the stuff again to be sure as the PC has been in the hands of Lommy all evening...
Morm was an innocent villager.
Wolves do your worst with planning, Rangers send me your picks... and others...
Narration to follow shortly as I manage it.
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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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