I need a title. Give me a title.
And bask in chapter gloriousness.
With comments.
Comment thoughts.
Turnock blinks rapidly. "Fuck me arse, I must be dreaming." The dwarf bard takes out a dagger and stabs his arm hard enough to break the skin. "Turnock!" Brock shouts. "What are you doing!?" The Dwarf frowns at the blood seeping down his arm. "I'm making sure that I'm asleep."
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