Stryker reappeared at the buffet.
Balrog wings are getting kind of old, I think I'll get some lembas instead, he thought. He scooped some onto his plate, then he walked over to a table. Checking under it, to make shure that he wouldn't step on anyone, he sat down.
After finishing his lembas, he got up to look for someone to talk to.
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