amron took his ale and went back to his seat noding at the witch as he past showing his support, when he sat down he took a long drink and lit his pipe glareing out evily at any who would return his gaze he was in a dark mood tonight
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'Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.'~ Che Guevara.
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