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A Sacrifice Must be Made
[Trouble is brewing in the Temple of Tripping. High Priest Blandino calls an emergency meeting of the Cult of Beergh.] Quiet Brothers, please, quiet. The dark circumstances that bring us together today cannot be ignored, but we must first pay homage to Beergh, God of Flags, Lord of Penalties. Hail Beergh! HAIL
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