| The Light Warriors are standing on a ridge overlooking a Dwarven border town.
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| Black Mage |
Well, there's a nice dwarven border town. Let's do this.
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| Six minutes, thirty-seven seconds later.
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| The Light Warriors are on the ridge again, the town burning below them.
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| Black Mage |
And what have we learned about spells that require concentration to maintain their effects, RM?
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| Red Mage |
"The important part is concentrating."
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| Black Mage |
Good, let's try that on the next town.
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| Dwarf Xenophile |
Oh the humanity!
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| Dwarf Wordomancer |
You mean dwarfity, you xenophile!
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| Dwarf Xenophile |
You mean ape-lover, you wordomancer!
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| Dwarf Citizen |
By Moradin's beard! Why do only our homes and children burn!
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| Black Mage |
(winks with a "doink!") Because it seemed excessively cruel!
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