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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voda Vosa" data-source="post: 6279019" data-attributes="member: 51271">Sheng Shemin"It's a long story, riddled by grief, surprises, and nostalgia, a tale suited for dinner, not these tasteless berries. I'll tale you and your friends the tale, over some roasted deer, I've been saving it on ice, and I think you lot earned it with your courage and integrity. Several orcs lay dead by our hands, that should be celebrated!" Sheng exclaims trying to lift the spirit of the older man. He stands up, tumbling a bit, as he heads to the back of the cave where he has piled a huge amount of snow. Sticking his hands into it he starts pulling and drags a dead, eviscerated and clean deer. He then starts preparing a set of large sticks to plant the animal in front of the flame, the sticks ate charred from previous uses. Sheng sets the game to the heat of the fire, adds some more logs, and sits down again with a big satisfied smile on his face</blockquote>