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*to Squeagle at the Crone (no peeking you cheeky monkeys)*

I need to speak with you. I am surrounded by idiots everywhere I go. Please let me know what you need done. I am bored. Just give me a name and well...

Korath

You cheaters deserve this--*picks a sore on his neck then eats it* Serves you right for looking...