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"Sure... That could freshen me up." Nogrod took the bottle and had a fair draught. "Old Kentucky? Four Roses? Ahh... this feels good in the veins. The blood's on the move again"
Nogrod turned towards Gwath and handed the bottle back.
"So how are you mate? We've gotten together in rpg's and ww-games but it's sure nice to sit here beside you sharing a bottle. Sadly I don't have any vodka with me and the Finninsh beers are just lousy, like drinking dishwater..."
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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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