The Elves had called together the Council of Beings for a
minor technical issue, but in as good a fortune as one could have when the Liberty
Taker had risen from its grave, most representatives were already on their way,
so they could discuss how best to defeat it.
The Drow Queen was sure her spellcrafters could beat it,
while the Branx Mountain Dwarves felt with enough explosives, it’d die.
But the humans brought a visitor from another world who was
sure he could defeat it.
Assuming they’d translated his statement “Fuhgeddaboudit!”
correctly, and they understood what a ‘handgun’ was…
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