You would think a shaman of the Earthen Circle, masster of the elements, could build a fire sssmart enough to realize that I'm bloody not standing in it and sstop burning me. Yeah, you'd think, but you'd be wrong.
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la. The abomination in the eyess of nature is cheerfully skipping acrosss the bottom of the ocean. Happy happy joy joy. Tra-la-la, tra-la-la.
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I prefer my clacksnaps boiled with some lemon and clarified butter but, you know, to each their own.
Okay, I totally get the Clacksnap for dinner. And, y'know, maybe the fire thought you needed some cauterizing?
As for that last bit, Ratters, you are a strange Orc...
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