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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 5699759" data-attributes="member: 51271">A dwarf was silently sitting on a corner of the tavern. Shade covered half his being, only visible was the lower part of his body. His face and half of his torso remained unseen. "Oh I will." comes the booming and bass voice from the corner, like if it would come from a grave. As he stands up, the shadows dissipate, showing a dwarf, with some grey hair already in his beard. "And you'll do well in not having such thoughts in your minds. When you start rising and cultivating such thoughts, they overgrow, invade your very soul, and turn you into a foulspawn, and you begin to saw the seed of chaos and hatred into other people's heart. Soon your community is no more, with the help your neighbours gave you gone, you succumb to the many threats that plague the land. So tear those thoughts from your minds, like a farmer that rips off the bad weed, or be blighted and forgotten." the grim speech the dwarf gives seems so eerie that makes the hair in the back of the neck stand.</blockquote>