My evil ways are significantly overshadowed in this village by the beasts who would tear me limb from limb in the night. I do wish it hadn't come to this, Nogrod, you were such a good drinker and an able singer after a bottle of brandy. But the scoundrels have turned friend against friend in these sad times. And though I may be misguided, I'm certainly no wolf.
I have a vote? Are you sure, Mith?
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Los Ingobernables de Harlond
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