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Some days, when the storms are too dim or harsh for work, there is every excuse to gather, drink, and celebrate the glories of your clan. While the ale runs free there will be song, dance and magic, as becomes your custom. But as the kegs grow hollow the mood will mellow, and attention will turn to the elders, and stories of how things used to be.



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