Oh for how long I had awaited this encounter I daresay I could not relate to you for the many many moons since we did first cross paths that musky morn with the graying clouds overshadowing the mountain pass of Kathronk, dreadful and dire as it may be, and I report firmly that his gnarled visage has become only more twisted and his burnt grey bread now trailed along the floor as his hunched figure did stutter down each step as he approached the very place wherewithé we stood. Drasdenofagus did step forth, armed mightily with his mighty Cleaver, but as even the old sage’s left pinky toe was uplifted in his general direction a great and terribly oppressive force did overcome my weak willed compainion and he did slump to the floor immobilized and my own fate dwindled in the balance.
Most fortuitously beyond the meager comprehension of mortal worrywarts I did happen to recall as my memory would permit the olde sage’s most above all else sign of peace and gratitude which he did show unto myself that musky morn on Kathronk Pass, and after applying it to the time as of now it did cause most rapidly his boiling rage of Drasdenofagus to cease and he turned to my with a creaking twisted and shouted as to a whisper a dreadful screech….
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