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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GSFRumble" data-source="post: 2710712" data-attributes="member: 32191">"When mornin' does coom upon us all,We rise fr'm bed t' say,We're ready, willin', anxious'n 'ungry,To start us a brand new daaaaay..."Bruggin was kneeling outside, slowing chanting as he braided his immense beard in the dawn's light. The process took about as long as it took to finish the second half of his song in Dwarven, and when he was finished, he stood, uttering the last breaths of prayer to Clangeddin whilst thumping the flats of his battleaxes against his rockhard chest. Striding into the barracks, he lay his weapons out on his bunk and hauled out his locker, donning his mithral full plate reverantly.Thrusting his battleaxes into loops on his belt, he then tied on his waraxe, and then his maul. Now fully accoutriment-laiden, Bruggin thrust his helm onto his head and made his stumping treaded way to Harbromm's court.</blockquote>