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I be takin me steps in muddy grass. Muddy from the tears of de' plains Im on. This plain cries because I be slaughtering the fowl creatures that inhabit it. De' fowl goblins. but i be feelin no sorrow for the creatures I be killin. the plain roars in a cry, thunder cracks. I ignore it... I roar louder when I be thrustin me dwarven steel through green filthy necks of goblins. One after another. They are all gone. they must reqroup. I stand soaked in de plains tears, its drops beating against my helmet, and making me beard heavy and swollen. Victory fills me soul. I roar loudly! I will let it be known, I be bein Mon'te BeardMountain.