/smashes his Coldain tanners kit over Morts head, yammering about those '****ed wyverns' and foaming at the mouth
/goes into a nervous giggling fit, writing on the icy floor of the Thurgadin bank
Splunge shouts 'DING 1750' as he twitches and kicks over the table in the middle of the room.
Half a dozen coldain men wearing white cloth uniforms, quickly come in and bind splunge in leather harnesses, load him onto a stretcher and cart him off to somewhere in Icewell Keep as he yells out repeatedly 'I WIN... I WIN.. I WIN.. .I WIN.. HAHAHAHAHA'
/goes into a nervous giggling fit, writing on the icy floor of the Thurgadin bank
Splunge shouts 'DING 1750' as he twitches and kicks over the table in the middle of the room.
Half a dozen coldain men wearing white cloth uniforms, quickly come in and bind splunge in leather harnesses, load him onto a stretcher and cart him off to somewhere in Icewell Keep as he yells out repeatedly 'I WIN... I WIN.. I WIN.. .I WIN.. HAHAHAHAHA'



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