Things are quiet here in Umbar. Rumor has it that the princess is alive, well, and chasing after a plastic town escapee. I must do something about these tabloids and their false claims
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This new metal beast troubles me. I am used to the creak of the sails and the beating of the oars. Soon, I will be back on my own ship, and I can dream of Beruthiel.
Yes.. Even as we took her from that dwarf-lover's lair. But its not to be.