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 A Troll warrior, Mi'rek was napping in the late morning sun when he was rudely awakened by a small but heavy weight landing square on his chest, knocking the breath out of him. "Mi'rek! Wake up you lazy slug!" a high pitched voice sang out, "We have places to go, things to do and today is the start of Brewfest! The badgered Troll cracked one eye open to see his Gnomish compatriot grinning like a child, he merely gave a grunt closed his eye again. The Gnome gave a huff, grasped his tusks and gave a good shake, "Wake up NOW!" "Spirits Vála can't a mon get a bit o' shut-eye round here? He frowned at the tiny warlock who simply gave an im