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"Ditto!" Nogrod raised his almost empty pint to Macalaure's words and poured the rest of the pint into his mouth. A loud burb was heard as he laid the pint to the desk. "'cuse me brothers".
Then he saw Wilwa carrying him another one. Looking sideways he saw Boromir raising his pint to him. "Cheers, dude!" he called and got into his new pint.
Now where was I? Oh yes. He concentrated for a second to regain his balance, both mental and physical.
"Sorry everyone, about the sister-Lommy! Few things... hold on a second brothers and sisters, hold on." He adjusted himself more securely to the bench and took a liberal draught from his new pint, now third already.
"Down south, with Dealer-gangs: suspicion, lying, double-bluffs, triple-bluffs... You name it man. As we say down there: glory wordies, gory deeds. Why to use them noble rhetorics? To make us forget the earlier words said? Showin 'n' polishin a facade to hide the backyard? And whatissit there? Blaming without blaming, blaming others of what one does oneself... I and I don't like the scent of this. Too much monkey bussiness."
Nogrod let the pint down to the desk and sighed: "Though homey this is, in a way...". He was still shocked by the surpringly flashing and baffling removal from home. And the ale started to make him even more sentimental than he normally was.
EDIT: X-posted with Volo
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