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| Forsooth, maiden! Tis I, the Easter Viking. | |
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| Thank Ostara! I can't wait to dig in to my basket of Easter plunder. | |
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| Find ye things to your liking, little one? | |
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| Sweet! Gold rings, jewels... wait, what's this dumb egg doing in here? | |
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| Oh, that. A cockatrice made its nest in our hold on the way back! | |
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