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One of the Oathbearers nodded his assent and raised his tankard to Brazenbrow. "May our next such toast be made in the common room of the Hungry Troll Pub." He paused for a moment as the surrounding Dwarfs roared their agreement, then continued: "I promise you, Furen, we'll get yer Pub back from them pointy-eared ponces or die in the trying."
"Oh, I know you will, lad. I know you will," said Furen in response. "Besides, we're almost out of beer. What else have we to do?"