“Guys, I’m not up for any trouble today.” I shake my head and start to walk away.

“Trouble for what?” Shit. I turn to find a squat little man, in squat little robes, with a squat pointy hat, and a long grey beard in the process of being brushed and groomed. If a dwarf wanted to cosplay as Gandalf, here was the prize winner.

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