The Mug and Cauldron
"We may be in a foreign land, our homeland overrun by degenerates, but the sun still shines, soil still yields, and the sea still brings forth it's bounties for us. Let us be thankful for that, and that our families were able to escape...We might have to tolerate the orcs here, and be reminded of our humiliation, but we don't have to like them. I'll carry on the stories and songs of our people, and our glories shall not be forgotten."
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