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[tar_palantir]

*Wanders through town, clutching a bloody hankie to his face and trying to find his way to Este and Irmo's.*

*Concedes that it perhaps wasn't the best idea to tell his brother that mortality is a gift, especially not now and expecially not when he's drunk.*

*Still thinks he's right though.*

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[tar_telemnar]

*Passes by and notices your bloody hankerchief and general dishevelled appearance.*

What on Arda happened to you?

[tar_palantir]

Wew, I went do da pub do hand oud some flyersh and I saw Gimiwkhad dere and we got dalking about...sduff and he broke my noshe. :(

[tar_telemnar]

Oh WONDERFUL.

Gimilkhâd did that? Why?

[tar_palantir]

Uhm...he wash drunkh. *nods*