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in game greet_text
Squinting at you the elder druid turns his head, "Eh? Who? Ice what? No I don't want Ice Cream!" He spouts off in sudden daft blabber. It is hard to tell if this is a facade or he has some how slipped this poorly into senility. Before you can question him further he begins ranting, "For the last time Murphik, I don't need a dag nab sweater, they always get cranky when you show up dressed like some wolly mammoth! Jebediah how many times have I told you don't mix my socks with your robes!" He then begins muttering to himself, totally ignoring you.