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In response to the lightning the Dwarf simply mutters something about Elves with his usual colourful language and promptly raises his middle finger at the newcomer, which incidentally holds a ring of lightning protection. "Aye, I've angered a wee too many Gods not to learn ye need proper protection," the Dwarf mutters, "noooo, they couldn't drop a bloody cow now could they! Never the creative types are they, Gods? Always with the bloody lightning." At which point the Dwarf farts and goes back to sleep.
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