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By the fire many a tale has been told. Of dragons, warriors, and magics of old. But one especially comes to mind. Of a battle won by an unforeseen kind. The Elven city was being destroyed by Trolls. They set fire to every building, smashed every bowl. They turned over brew barrels in the darkness of night. And gave the Elven folk a feeling of fright. Until many brave Elves began to rise up. They used any weapon they could find, right down to the very last cup. The Trolls were strong, but they lacked cunning and wit. The Elves used their smarts and beat them bit by bit. They showed no mercy, fought with no signs o

This day may be done, but the battle is neither lost, nor won. For tomorrow, with the rise of the old sun, life goes on. And this battle is one that can most certainly be lost, but never fully won.