Damn you and your stinky loin cloth.
Ah well, it was a blast chief all the way back from our interactions together from the Glanduin days (you stone dog) and even further back to Padishar and the -rebabawe days where you used that ending over and over.
Always did enjoy talking about things to do for battle and events that could be done, and giving my opinions to you when you were in the hayday of Battle. Was always a passion that I enjoyed and you were one of the reasons I moved over there, and then you had to go and disappear. Bah. Ah well, enjoy the little one and life as I've got the feeling as well my life is about to get hetict with being hired on the police force down here.
And remember little Bruce Lee, dont drink soo many damn beers.

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