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Gragnel nods.

Gragnel runs his iron comb through his hair.

Gragnel runs his iron comb through his hair.

Gragnel adjusts his fur toupee into place.

Gragnel puts his comb in his leather longcoat.

Gragnel loudly says, "Heyo, folks, it's me again. *hic* You know. Reverend Gragnel Durbin of the mighty and majestic Lord Damaris of the Immortal Thirteen."

Gragnel lightly touches his panther pin as he says a quick prayer.

Gragnel leans to his left slightly.

Gragnel drunkenly says, "If'n ya know me, you know I got this thing about *hic* talking a lot and giving all sorts of sermons. It's kinda a thing I do."

Gragnel leans to his right slightly.

Gragnel happily says, "I also like a good party, so it's like I get to do both things I like at the same *hic* time."

Gragnel beams!

Gragnel hiccups.

Gragnel loudly says, "So, anyways, I was told we're gonna *hic* talk about Saemaus. I decided I'd probably be too *hic* toasted to wing it... So, I made sure to write this down."

Gragnel bops himself over the head.

Gragnel grins.

Gragnel gets a ceremonial prayer tome embedded with a trio of night diamonds from inside his leather longcoat.

Gragnel opens his prayer tome.

Gragnel clears his throat.

Gragnel recites:

    "Whenever I feel the rough loneliness of this cruel world,
     You are *hic* there, Lord Saemaus.
     When my spirits are low and the mood is dour,
     *hic*
     You are there, Lord Saemaus.
     When there is thanks to be given for good times and good cheer,
     To you we give it, Lord Saemaus."


Gragnel hiccups.

Gragnel recites:

    "The very best of Lord Glythtide lives inside of you,
     Oh noble, Lord Saemaus.
     You serve as a shining example of tolerance and understanding,
      our peaceful, Lord Saemus.
     Even *hic* those who dare spark your ire
     Are visited by a loving, Lord Saemaus.
     In fact, if there was any who represented love in it's truest form,
     *hic*
     It would be you, Lord Saemus."


Gragnel hiccups.

Gragnel recites:

    "What wedding, what union of lovers, what joy would be had without you,
     Lord Saemaus?
     Who would grant your graces to expecting mothers and  *hic* hopeful fathers without you,
     Lord Saemaus?
     Would a dish ever really be complete without your blessings,
     Lord Saemaus?"


Gragnel hiccups.

Gragnel recites:

    "We few, we humble few, gather today to bring praise unto your glorious name.
     *hic*
     Bless this gathering and bless *hic* this fellowship..."


Gragnel loudly exclaims, "But, most of all *hic* bless these drinks!"

Gragnel drunkenly says, "Thanks...for you time."

Gragnel smiles drunkenly as he teetertotters his way through the crowd to the back. He makes a dramatic spin, nearly overdoing it, but manages to come to a shaky stop despite the momentum.