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Gorlim is in the bar with the usual amount of implicated doom. It sort of hovers around him like an aura or something. At the moment, he has no plot, and is thus rendered even more dangerous. Scarier still, he has TEA.

The tea is scary because it means he isn't trying to disown his dark side by drowning it in alcohol. It may mean the dark side is sleeping, or it may mean it's fingering the knife.

Care to take a gamble and poke at the Traitor Betrayed?

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"England?" he hazards.

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Gorlim shakes his head. "I'm told it's a bit like England. I come from the highlands of Dorthonion, in Middle Earth."

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[OOC: Sorry, had to disappear for a bit because am at work.]

"Middle Earth?" He raises an eyebrow. "That's cool. I don't know a lot about it, though."