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6/28/2025, 4:09:12 AM
>Aye, the cold bites, but it’s naught but a dwarfling’s tickle tae me. I've weathered tempests deeper’n this breeze could ever dream. Let the frost creep an’ the wind howl; I’ll puff ma pipe, sit proud on this stump like it were a granite throne, an’ savor the chill that’d send tallfolk scamperin’. We dwarves don’t just endure, we flourish where others falter. By stone, beard, an’ stubborn spine, this weather’s a test, an’ I’ll nae be found wantin’.
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