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He's listening to the Spearmaiden again. The music makes him feel invigorated, like a fresh draught of Heartstone.

Her voice rings out through the pit.

Here comes the smasher, here comes the master Here comes the big beat, big beat to blast ya No time to quit now, just time to get it now Pick up what I'm putting down, pick up what I'm putting down

Gunmar sighs deeply and sets a hand over his abdomen.

He's old. He doesn't know how well his flesh will hold the child.

Maybe a quiet sit in the thunder and rain will fix everything. It's never done that before, but it's still always nice to be a part of, anyway.

Spades is making a truly terrible parody under his breath as he spins in his rolling chair. It creaks as he turns it again with the kick of a leg. "If you're not into dumb shit... If you groove for the gains... IF YOU LIKE MAKIN LOVE AT MIDNIGHT- oof!"

"OwO for witnessing the next crazy astronomical event this year!"