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"That sweet talkin' honeylipped apprentice of Melkor is no good news! Now talk heroes so that we may aim our hammers right when the battles begin."
Nogrod the 'almost refused a request on him' -dwarf looked sternly around.
"We need to get a picture of everyone for the battles may otherwise come to pure random."
Nogrod spat on the sandy ground.
"I say everyone votes toDay for someone thus showing a commitment to this. I for one will go after a non-voter in the battle-rounds unless there are some better reasons to go after the other one. Now what say you?"
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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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