-turns up draped decoratively over a currently-unused anvil-

LANGON!  

You chilly old fox! Where have you been my comrade? The winter has been songless without you! I’ve had no one to explore the ice caves with! You absolute devil! Hell and iron, Langon, it’s been a full Age if it’s been a day… Embrace me before you melt, my spiny trickster! Master will want you all to himself now you’re home. 

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