"An-, and then I go and it goes in and there it is that's what it does. And that's what it does." Jaavik explained.

"Ah, very good. And then the curs will retreat down the slopes to engage us in honourable combat, well done." The eager knight chivalrously readied his mettle.

The shack on the hill erupted like Krakatoa, and the cultists dishonourably screamed and succumbed to the fire.

The nobleman sipped from the fine crystal tumbler; it, marvelling at how it caught the bloody pyre of light. Neat, of course, and though the brutish climate did not agree with his constitution, only plebians and buffoons would spoil a good dram with ice.

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