*Meneltarmacil the fire-drake enters the cavern*
Raaaawwwwwrrrrr! I brought you guys some dinner!
*brings in a number of freshly-cooked dwarves*
These guys were trying to dig tunnels all around my lair, so I roasted them. But on to other matters. I hear some of us have decided to turn traitorous. No idea who, but rest assured they will be breathed on and eaten if I run across 'em.
Let us be careful in our accusations, however. I would hate for any of our number to die needlessly, however tasty they might be.
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I ♣ baby seals.
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