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Summer. Back home we would be breaking sweat by pulling the oars; our galleys scudding through the shallow waters, as we’d reach the shores of Rhûn. Those were the times, glorious plunder and the thrill of a good skirmish. Gods know I miss that. But I am stuck here, in this tedious town, where you won’t even taste the difference between a horse’s waste and a gulp of mead.