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My terms are clear, there is no mystery: I'll take your gold and sing your history.
his clothes are those of conjuring folk, willpower-users shave his threads.a glow beneath his flowing robes then lo! another foe lies dead.
in wedlock happy hero is, a home and family awaits!whoever said it was bliss,obviously hasn't met my wife.

waves of monsters hordes of foes! the arena was an awesome task, but dust and blood and swords and blows. give way to jack, behind his mask.
the traders sought heroic help or balverines would feast, but one of them gave out a yelp and turned into the fearsome beast.