A Pun Wraith appears in a puff of green smoke. His hands are black with grease and road grime. He appears to be in a foul mood.
He taps Rimbaud on the shoulder and hands him a citation. Then he looks around before speaking. "Now where's this Underhill dude?" He waves a stack of citations meaningfully.
Uh, Estelyn, are we now going to need a wagon for the various Entish body parts?
Bird, a fine post! I am sending you a PM. Seeing as you are the critter cameo specialist I may need your assistance...
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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