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Pile O'Bones
Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Norway
Posts: 14
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"Bah!"
Turgon said with a drunken grin, looking over at the lady that had suddenly appeared at the bar, asking for food. "The ain't nh Dwarin here, girlll..." he said with a snort. Pointing at the hobbit, Belin, he then added. "This hobbitlad just fooled me as well, hick! Dwarin is gone... and missed... or so people say..." She offered him a glance in the eye, ice cold. As if lightning had struck the old, hardy dwarf, or a ghost was seen when one least expected it, Turgon quickly took his effort, and eyes, back to his mug, that was getting empty. "E'noher be... hick... er?" [ January 20, 2003: Message edited by: Falathion ]
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