Long ago, a little gnome came to Desolace. He had horses and a cart, and the cart held strange things. Funny things. Things that burned different colors. Things that moved and weren't alive. I killed the little gnome, but before that... he made me laugh. I kept my favorite thing from his cart. It was a human made of wood and it waved at me until I hit it and broke it. I want a new one. Get me a new one!
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