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[gwathren]

Woke up wet to a large, cat-like man staring at me. He said his name was Grima and I was to obey him and gave me instructions. Ioreth, my maker then visited me, clothed me and took me to get something to eat

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[ioreth]

Trust me. After you meet your roommates you're going to be praying for lack of conciousness.

We're sort of out of rooms. We *had* one for you, but we had to give it to Gilraen. So we moved another cot into this room.

Say hi to Trotter and Thorondir, don't let either touch you. We're not sure they're clean.

Especially not Trotter. P.E.D.O.P.H.I.L.I.A.

[othertrotter]

Okay, I'll react to the fact you cloned my fucking semi-hopeful-maybeoneday-girlfriend in a second.

Just her for the pedophilia rule, right?

[ioreth]

God. Thorondir too. He's probably about level with Quorin, mentally.

...Quorin also applies to the rule. Be good. You're the only one of them certifiably an adult. *thwap*

[othertrotter]

holds up hands

No worries. Really. Hands off the kids.

Now.

WHAT THE FLYING FUCK!? WHEN YOU ASKED FOR ALCAWYN'S HAIR I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST TESTING THAT DAMNED CURSED SPRING THING l;kajslkajslkajsdlkajsdlkjas