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As Sliske melded into the shadows, leaving the gods and the World Guardian with the Dragonkin, he chuckled.
The World Guardian was rather interesting. Zemoregal and Enrehkah barely escaped with their lives, and the mightiest champion of each god was forced back. From what he saw of Saradomin, it seems that the World Guardian might soon be the death of many of the ones who claimed his Lord’s land. Though the Mahjarrat were ruled by distrust, Zaros showed him that there were those who would always be behind him, and although many of the people who Zaros brought him to ally with were unable to assist him, with the empty lord behind him,
he was never working alone.
Unbidden, thoughts of the World Guardian brought an old song to his lips.
We humans are quite frail,
So we wear shirts of chain mail,
Nondescript and quite weak gripped
We smell like sweat (and of cheap ale).
We often stain sand red,
And act like we’re inbred,
But if you’ll fight like a fool
You might find yourself behead!
No, it wasn’t quite the same without the dance.
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