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Nymoria Galahorn: Bro~ther, your magic's as stiff as your personality!
Aizgarga Galahorn: At least I don't act like wild child.
Argon Galahorn: {These boar ribs are smelling great. I am glad I was able to get the sauce right}
Nymoria Galahorn: Mom, are you just going to sit there all day? Come on, the ocean water feels nice.
Tsechlness Galahorn: Child, I am fine here watching you and your brother enjoy the outside. Once your dad is done grilling the boar ribs, I will move.
Aizgarga Galahorn: Nymoria, did you summon this crustacean assassin?!
Nymoria Galahorn: He just wanted to join the splash-war, big bro—everyone deserves a beach day.
Argon Galahorn: She's finally protecting something smaller than her ego—growth.
Tsechlness Galahorn: You smell that, children. The boar is done. Now, you may keep enjoying the waters, but I am wishing to eat.
Aizgarga Galahorn: Come on, sister, let's not miss out on the barbecue our father has been preparing all day.
