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Stepping daintily over Glirdan's corpse, TGWBS continued strolling around the Barrow. The many familiar faces filled him slowly with a mead-like warmth, allowing him to do without the Satanic Liqour.
Approaching Fordim, he began to chat pleasantly about their general deathlihoods and everyday events just to prove that he didn't mind the reek. He was used to odd smells, though that wasn't a story he wished to delve into.
Presently the Conversation turned to Dust. TGWBS wondered where it could have come from. Turning around to inspect the corners of the Barrow, he was confronted by a large, kilted wolf. Quickly distracted, he slowly edged away. Dogswere bad enough, but the sight of that bristling fur and murderous looking tartan were terrifying.
TGWBS hid behind Fordim, wondering selfishly if the flesh of the latter would be fresh enough to distract the lycanthrope.
However, there was no need to sink to such drastic actions; the wolf quickly stood up on its hind legs and sparked an intelligent and philosophically fulfilling conversation about male use of eyeliner.
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