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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sorrow The Man Bear" data-source="post: 2034477" data-attributes="member: 25046">"Gnome deep indeed!" Norderil scoffs in mock indignation. He presses his hand to his wounds, and readys his sling as the sled takes off at a high clip, but realizes that he need not. "My... my word..," is all he can manage in a soft tone when he is confronted with the carnage. He immediatly leaps off the pile of equipment he made a makeshift seat, pickaxe in hand. He places a consoling hand on Barrandur's shoulder. "You've proven yourself to me as a true companion, I would be remice to do any less." He begins swinging, assisting Barrandur in breaking up the hard ground.</blockquote>