HoM[M]ie
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--I'm very sorry, Heimír, I was somehow hoping for your support. But you're right, the risk is high. If anyone should fight the mage, it should be those who are agile enough. And perhaps we'll need a healer.
Heimír finished Reynold's spicy potatoes. The burning of the spices was quite strong; it wasn't often that dwarves ate such things. "But it's delicious, did he really make it himself?" Heimír drained his mug of cooled tea and decided to follow the cook's example.
- Alright, I swear on my beard, just a little more and I'll fall asleep right on the floor! If you decide to go on some safer mission, wake me up. - He headed to his bed.
aka Sir Holmes aka David Jones.
