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I had a month's worth of dried meats salted and locked away for the cold season. Kept it locked so the bears wouldn't get it! But while I was off hunting deer, that beast, Old Icebeard, made off with the meat locker. He won't be able to smash through that Thorium though. But I'll starve if I can't get my meats back.
You seem a bit more stealthy than me. Perhaps you can retrieve my stash? I'll never make it in and out of that cave fast enough with this bum leg of mine.
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Were you able to get into my meat locker, ‹namn›?
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What a kind soul you are, ‹namn›! Thanks to your bravery I won't find myself starving when the cold season flurries blow in.