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| 7858d41 | "Put your affairs in order, mortals," she boomed, as a gust of wind--yes, wind inside my shop--blew their hair back. "I will feast on your hearts tonight for the offense you gave me. So swears the Morrigan." I thought it was a bit melodramatic, but one does not critique a death goddess on her oratory delivery." | the-morrigan | Kevin Hearne |