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Malice

By summer I easily tolerate intruders, so seldom do they come to trail their insolence over my slumbering shoulders. But this is glorious winter, when the cold has wakened me, and the only sounds I wish to hear are the sweep of snow and the howl of wind.

One soft-footed Elf, and four nearly as quiet; and the Wizard, who makes no more racket than he must; two Men, and a pony I might suffer to pass, but for their comrade, whose arrogant clatter echoes painfully in the plundered places deep within.

I’ve a score to settle with you, Dwarf.


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Malice

By summer I easily tolerate intruders, so seldom do they come to trail their insolence over my slumbering shoulders. But this is glorious winter, when the cold has wakened me, and the only sounds I wish to hear are the sweep of snow and the howl of wind.

One soft-footed Elf, and four nearly as quiet; and the Wizard, who makes no more racket than he must; two Men, and a pony I might suffer to pass, but for their comrade, whose arrogant clatter echoes painfully in the plundered places deep within.

I’ve a score to settle with you, Dwarf.


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