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After apparently losing interest in the giant of a man near him, yet again, the sorcerer proceeded to drink, but looked ready, as if he was anticipating something important was about to happen, though it could have easily just been the tension of long travelling.
He stayed drinking for a long way into the night, but decided he would soon copy the barbarian and get some quiet night's respite in one of the taverns cosy rooms.
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Resident cantankerous sorcerer of the Clan HADB<br />and Sorcerous Nuttella salesman of the O.R.T<br />  <br /><br />Say NO to the Trouser Tyranny! Can I drill you about this?
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