Touch my monkey
After dithering most of the day away smithing silver bars, I went out, in the guise of a black knight, to torment the wraith hanging about in the dark warrior fortress. This creature was not happy that I protected myself from its attacks, taunting me until I had enough. I shouted, “If you drop something rare, I’ll stop using protective prayers!” Of course, it fell for my cunning plan! Being the evil and black-hearted bastard that I am, I continued to pray and laughed as the big crybaby whined and whined
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Touch my monkey