And all was quiet on this, the night of (NDA). No creature stirred, not even a Moblin. For everyone was (NDA) (NDA) the (NDA). Everyone, save for a few poor souls just returning from a long night of throwing people's valuables that didn't (NDA) (NDA) to (NDA). But alas those souls had hope! Hope for what would come of (NDA) (NDA) (NDA) this night! And so this soul settles down for a long winter's nap, dreaming of the future, dreaming of (NDA) (NDA) the (NDA) in (NDA) (NDA).
Edited, Mar 26th 2013 5:59am by DamienSScott