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Sigebyr also shakes the northerner's hand. For a few seconds, the bald and shaggy man silently competes in a test of strength, and when Sigebyr's victory becomes obvious, they clink mugs and drink to mutual respect.
-- Yes, I am a merchant, -- replies the northerner. -- Come visit our shop, warrior. And the beer isn't bad... although it can't compare to ours.
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