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As Aman's eyes slowly came into focus on the present Angry went straight into the spiel he'd prepared.
"Hello there Aman, Angry Brandybuck, Do you remember me? I was only here last about ten days ago but I guess a lot has happened since then...err...Anyway, I've just got back from visiting my parents and they gave me this here guitar" he clumsily held the instrument aloft "and I was err...wondering if it would be alright if at this here party you're all organising I could play a few of me numbers, just alone like, as well as joining the band I'm sure you'll have coming along."
He stood nervously playing with the tuning pegs on the guitar, if he wasn't allowed to play, it wouldn't be the end of the world, if he did then it could be the beginning of something great. As an after thought he also told Aman about the 6 barrels of Brand Oak Bitter he had brought from Wickwar Brewery.
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The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.
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