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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 739325" data-attributes="member: 8222">Norynth, a pauper compared to most folk that he had met <as far as cash went>, feels a bit sheepish at such a great gift.Smiling suddenly, he calls Gert up and addresses the Cleric 'Good father, we Abercrombies have raised Hounds and other Dogs of War for The Crown since before my Grandfather's Time, while I can do naught as far as recompense in coin, I do promise that when I once again return home and breed Gertrude here, the finest of my Dogs, the Crown will have to take third choice, for the First and Second picks of her first litter will be for your Temple, to ward against Evil as they have done for The Crown.' Feeling as if he finally had something to offer, and not sure if the Cleric knew what a Gift this was, since the Crown usually payed a generous price for the Dogs, Norynth smiles and bows to the Cleric, stepping back to join the group again.</blockquote>