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[tar_calion]

*Heads for Amandil's ship with his disturbingly pacifistic and smart-arse perceptive son.*

Yes. Distract him with the big pretty ship and then maybe he'll lay off on the evils of lying and how it makes the baby Manwe cry. Or something.

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[_amandil]

*is in the middle of messily and stinkily helping the crew re-tar the shrouds*

What ho, land-lubberly kingly-type. :)

[nolimon]

*wrinkles his nose at the smell*

EW!

[tar_calion]

Hey, you said you wanted to come.

[nolimon]

I didn't know it would be this stinky.