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Post by Hec Scrivener on Sept 2, 2006 21:12:24 GMT -5
If you're at Blackmore, you're a Bastard. (I'm sorry about what that does to your immaculate genealogical records, but there it is.) I don't think has the time and energy to deal with any "I was one of the original twenty-five - " "Well, I was one of the original twenty!" elitist crap, so let's nip that in the bud right now. Everyone in the Blackmore Building has felt Odin's Love, everyone has drunk the Mead of Glory.
32. The fastest friends may fall out When they sit at the banquet-board: It is, and shall be, a shameful thing When guest quarrels with guest...
- Hávamál
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