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A gaunt, dark-haired Exigo miner chats idly about the campfire at the Exigo Expedition camp.
"Oi.. ya hear this story? Some elf come run down'a hill bleedin' from all kindsa cuts and lookin' pale. I'm thinkin, yuh. Spittlefest got them a skinny.. but the funny thing is, folk start askin' what happen an he say -elves- attacked him out there? Maybe tha' wild folk been eattin' too many of their magic mushrooms ah?"
A gaunt, dark-haired Exigo miner lets out some raucous laughter,
"Get this.. this fool elf says some trio called'a -Durolin Brothers- bloodied'm.. tha' they wouldn't accept pay like other bandits but they did let'm get away. Tha' skinny knew he was lucky. One on three aint good odds."
"Oi.. ya hear this story? Some elf come run down'a hill bleedin' from all kindsa cuts and lookin' pale. I'm thinkin, yuh. Spittlefest got them a skinny.. but the funny thing is, folk start askin' what happen an he say -elves- attacked him out there? Maybe tha' wild folk been eattin' too many of their magic mushrooms ah?"
A gaunt, dark-haired Exigo miner lets out some raucous laughter,
"Get this.. this fool elf says some trio called'a -Durolin Brothers- bloodied'm.. tha' they wouldn't accept pay like other bandits but they did let'm get away. Tha' skinny knew he was lucky. One on three aint good odds."