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A Day at the Usul Appreciation Club
TERROR MOUNTAIN, LIVE -
Kuszemi: Greetings, fair stranger from yon! Welcome to the weekly Usul Appreciation Club, which is convened every Thursday. We don’t usually have guests here, but we are actively seeking sponsors for the Yoo-Sul Championship which we are hoping to attend this year, so here you are. Between you and me, I’m hoping to get some of those people at the Obelisk over to our side, I hear they have some good players. Anyway. There’s a plate of scones there on the table and I have a kettle of tea on the hob, so please feel free to help yourself.
Brains Mortigan: (around a mouthful of what looks suspiciously like a Brains Muffin) Yoo, get on wi’ it, yer wastin’ brainlight.
Garin: (snickers a bit) Yeah, and what’s with the fancy archaic speech?.
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