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... pe at the base of her horns where she really liked and she bleated contentedly.
He was just like I remembered. Still a head taller than any other dwarf save Richter. Same big beefy arms, same braided golden braided beard. Same giant mohawk and resting murder face.
Beside him, John looked practically angelic, with a balding blonde pate and a beard starting to show signs of greying. Huh, the grey was new.
He wore comfortable but traditional leather armour, and had a bookish ...
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