As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move.
Dolmenwood: The Battle of Willow Creek
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tl;dr: Tamrin's Outlaw Friends drove off 11 Crookhorns, felling almost half
of them but at a cost.
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