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Scyld
At Crabannan's latest pronouncement, a wave of unease rippled through the soldiers. Scyld raised an eyebrow. As he'd been listening to Crabannan, Scyld had been trying to figure out whether he was hiding some troubled past or just melodramatic. A bit of both, Scyld was beginning to suspect. Melodramatic, gloomy, and over-serious – an unfortunate threesome of traits. He could not respond in kind.
“I hope you don't have any particular disaster in mind,” jested Scyld. “This hall has seen enough misfortune to last a while yet, I think.”
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