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... h was refreshing, and the sound of the waves was sorely missed. Many of the Dwarves had heard the tale of how I had vanquished the Demon Army. I was their savior, hero, champion, and many other terms of worship. There was talk of my godhood, which I quickly learned to ignore.
They were busy preparing a festival of sorts to celebrate. General Dwar spoke high praise of my deeds, and I was the guest of honor. Not that I cared. I was sitting on the edge of a pier next to what I assumed was o ...
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