“Thane Roze-El reaches down to pull a grass-stained Craz-nak from the turf, "I thought ya ha' it dere' son, we'll get em' next time. Now get the grass outta ' ya teef and hit da' showas." With a grunt the beardless Craz0nak heads for the locker-room as the Thane makes his way over to the bench.

"Ya di' better men, we matched dem Norse blow for blow and di' no back down! Well done! Now next time we just be needin to put two halves togedda! One turn does na a match make!"

"We lost a warrior today, bu' Arg-an did honor to his clan by dying on da field of battle! Now let us havva mug and send ol' Arg-an to da Hall of da Fallen in true dwarven fashion! Who fails to try?!"

The weary brigade heed their leader's rousing call, "Not I, Not I!"

"Who fears to die?!"

"Not I, Not I!"

"For the honor of Undermountain the Core Brigade will ever Vie!"



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