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ITHYRN LUIN: See them! Perturbed, minute human resources initially meet werewolf (minus the plosive).
SARUMAN: Near-murderer of chosen one shaken in tin.
THARKUN: Barmpot reverses, but in the midst, listen, and behold him!
AIWENDIL: Eat, lament, mingle – he’s eccentric and single!
ROMESTAMO: Fillies’ meeting is disturbed by this chap.
INCANUS: Pen fluid all over me and my mates, you hear? Does he care?
Correct!
Well done, all!
And over, once more, to Nerwen.
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"Sit by the firelight's glow; tell us an old tale we know. Tell of adventures strange and rare; never to change, ever to share! Stories we tell will cast their spell, now and for always."
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