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Dagorion, after recovering from the shock of suddenly finding he could do a dance that had no right to be performed in the Forgotten Realms, gives the newcomer a venomous stare "Why is it that ye leaders of this here rabble are always elves or of some other prancy race? Bah! Yer all a bunch of cowards hiding behind superiority and fancy spells, I tell ye what, once yer finished with yer dramatic speeches I promise I'll make yer death quick!" He paused, "What the hell am I thinkin'! I'll make ye suffer fer an eternity over a fire then I'll throw ye into the nearest pile of refuse!" and with that the Dwarf pulls out a bottle of fireseed from his pack and begins drinking.
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