Days and weeks spent marching in the snow. Driven from our home with only our name to keep us going. A name that really didn't mean any thing any more.
Still it meant some thing to our people, and that was enough. Now we've found our crown again. Glory be to the Brotherhood of Clam.
GLORY BE!
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