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This needs to be a game!
We’ll have to brainstorm some rules.
A friend of Lightwick fallen. He we be missed, but Lightwick will be fine.
“We’ll have him laid to rest in the main cemetery… actually… I hardly knew the man, have him buried in the East field and send out notice to the authorities. If they can find his family, they can have him.”