[Duibhín flips the device on as he's sitting at the small table, gazing intently at the small communicator.]
Another night here. Another cold, winter night.
[Yes, he's bitter about that. There's a frown on his lips as he toys listlessly with his food, setting it aside. The banshee has stopped singing, much to everyone's relief that night, it
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Her mage.
Oh no you did not just]
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[Game forgotten, the death knight moves forward to take a swing at the king's head.
LET MY DAUGHTER GO.]
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