In the Name of Dingwall!


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 * All our clans' young people choosing for themselves who they'll love... *sniff* ... It's beautiful, is what it is.
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 * But MY boy would have won the princess's hand the old way. Did once, and would again.
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 * And why not? The lad's so intrepid he once discovered snow in the Red Hills -- in July! (... After getting lost!)
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 * And ANYONE who says different can face my fists. Like to see 'em speak ill of my boy after that!
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 * And ANYONE who says different can face my fists. Like to see 'em speak ill of my boy after that!
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Level 2 "Boast About His Son"
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 * Send Lord Dingwall to boast of his son's bravery.
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 * 10, 75
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 * grumble* ... How many times do I have to SAY it?!
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 * NO, my son's NOT the great, strapping Dingwall warrior who once plucked an arrow from the air with his bare hand.
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 * MY son is... uh... the OTHER great, strapping Dingwall warrior! The one who's even MORE impressive than the first lad!
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 * For one, Wee Dingwall actually wears a tunic every now and again.
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 * For one, Wee Dingwall actually wears a tunic every now and again.
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