The past days of which Thrud speaks bring a tear to my also aged eye, though
it was early in my carreer that the worm vanished from the lands of men, and I
too missed the great wedding I remember much. Wintermute the troll, and Bnman
the dark-hearted fiend that so often bested me, these I remember. And of old
Gaz, and Eowyn, what fond times I had with them. Where now were the mighty
blows from blades, reducing enemies to small fragments? Commiserate with me
Thrud, my friend, and let us share an ale and a tale when next we meet.
-Allanon the old
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