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Message: <blockquote data-quote="rgoodbb" data-source="post: 7105135" data-attributes="member: 6801229">A dragon roared it’s lonely gutter-lope beyond the icy peak. Sister Hermione, of the Ye Olde Tongue Domain Started her War-Chant:“Come thou mere lackbeards for thyne ist the time anon yay thrice of it and we would all but forsook that which be mightier than the woe of imperious expectations for all that hath dealt a blow. This very blow, this but the be all and end all of happenstance. Nay brothers, I should sound hornish of alarm do you say? the battle is afoot and all of every man and babe be relinquished in the light of but a forlorn hope ne’re do I subscribe to thyne heretical apostrophes, indeed I would verily sneeze my unctuous vex yonder to thyne breast to confound your very scales with the scorn of a robber robbed, such ist the might of a woman watched and a woman wandered, such ist the cry of the watch-guard burdened with the hither and nither for those that would nay to yield, such ist the…..”“Uhm Hermione?”“And thou with hath wouldst surely…What?”“It wasn’t a Dragon”“What”“It was an accident”“What do you mean?” “I pulled my own finger…”</blockquote>