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Taking a swallow of his ale, Temujin thought about what the dorin had said. Large as pit fighters, feth they'd almost be half as big as he was then. Traveling in packs too... could be a bit of a challenge, an idea that the rhaghrnd entertained happily. "Aye," the Tiger answered. "That the old cellar?" He asked, nodding his head towards the heavily barred door that a large dog stood watch at.
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-Got a room at the retirement home as of August 2008-
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