Quick. Not much time. I return from welsh hills. I have the scales of llangffolwyndio. Here, take them.
Now. I must away to Turkey. I'm not sure what it is i seek, but i am told i will find what i need. Great sages speak of 'delight' from turkey that may conquer even the fearsomnest foe. Let us hope this Turkish 'delight' succeeds.
Until my return, be strong. Try singing Keg a lullaby or something. Or just practice your last breath. That may be more useful in the long run.
Godspeed! |
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