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The Dwarf summons up another retort but is stopped when he hears the newcomer say there will be no gold involved. A shudder of dread runs through Dagorion's body as he thinks back to the massive bar tab he had accumulated over an entire decade of being totally pissed on ale and fireseed. "N-no gold?" he stammers. Images of large half-orcs coming to his house to collect his debt make his face go pale. Slowly Dagorion sits down and begins slowly drinking his remaining fireseed while wearing a blank expression you would often see on the faces of the heartbroken.
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