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Below is an official statement that a handful of journalists would obtain from a very irritated Cymic, just after the events that transpired during the night. After he made his way to Halbed from his newly-siezed home in Linlea, this would spread through any gossip-seekers or those of the public who wish to remain informed via town criers.
"I was woken by me slumb'r within' me ver'eh own Linlean home, me head ringin' like a blood'eh bell- Onl'eh t'ss time it wasn' jus' a hangov'r. It was th' sound of fuckin' cannons. Ye' sunk a warship, Nwalme, but me littl' soldiers fucked yer littl' gold diggin' for-hires up their rears. It looks like neith'r of us got wha' we wanted- 'xcept i did. T'ey brought me home a treat. I look forward ta' teasin' ye' wit' it- Y'kno', like a dog.
On th' contrar'eh, two men were awarded wit' medallions n' titles fer both their braver'eh and endurance. Th' Late Sir Hrolf, the Endurant, buried in th' hall of heroes within the Sangrian crypts- And Sir Bulfric, the Beautiul- Knight of Sangria."
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