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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Finally Nogrod entered the larger chamber holding a towel to his cheek. There was something red in the towel.
"Sorry being this late fellows but this shaving thing is just becoming a real pain in the... well you know." But everyone seemed to either just mind their own bussinessess or were sleeping. "WAKY-WAKYYY!!!", he shouted as loud as he could. Some people turned to look but others just continued not doing whatever it was they were not doing. "Okay then. Aganzir kind of pre-empted the discussions... hmm... like she clearly tried to pre-empt any actual suspicions towards herself as well. Very careful, veery ceerfull indeed. And Rikae! How on earth did you manage to expose me already? Dratted... ![]() ![]() Gah..." Nogrod picked his dices and rolled them to the floor: "not the quiet/loud discussion... not the helpful/substantial discussion... not the overall strategy discussion... not the special roles speculation..." Finally he tucked the dices back to the pouch and sat down looking quite unhappy "Heck, why bother..."
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