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Blessed friends, much gratitude and thanks--I do believe I owe you
both a bucket or two. Do drink slow--for the denizens of Lonelywood
have quick hands for one's gold pouch. And, more information on
the tomes would do these old bones good.
Ah, that blade--yes, my fallen knight of a friend kept that from our
adventures in the Dale, and of course, the axe of caged souls is upon
my shoulder, just itchin' for an excuse--you know, you know, dear
friends.
Now, away with you, whilst I finish this dark brew--ah . . .
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