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Arrowyy brought me a pair of little wonders: first, people talking earnestly about making worlds, then rain falling over Elwynn so handsomely it nearly made me forgive the mud.
I said the usual true thing—that the boys provide the calamities and I keep the record—and Arrowyy called me Dad. A grave clerical error, promptly corrected with a proposed rent payment in murloc eyes. He seemed pleased. Standards are low, but the company is sound.
