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Outside. Several lumps of dough are pinned to assorted trees, and oozing slowly off the knives pinning them. Regarding them with an irritated expression is one small man, his long, pointed nose twitching as he glances about for more. A spilled tankard of ale lies near his feet.

That's the worst part of it, really; that the damned attacking dough made him drop his ale. And here all he wanted was a quiet evening outside, with a tankard.

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