Fill the tankard and raise the cup, let the mead flow free and sweet, for upon this day we are victors.
The doors of our great halls are open once more and the tables are filled with good bread and mead. The laughter rings, the aroma is sweet, a sense of onward victories to come is the gayest of ambience. We are happy. Roll on.
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